For Pennies

Let’s make this our night.

Let’s kick our good habits

and grow our bad ones in neat

rows of dandelions

and ponder what marks

weed from flower.

Let's fill a jar with memories

and dash it against the ground

when it's full so we can play

with them once more.

Let’s empty our brains

like a register full of quarters

chase them along the pavement

and roll them into neat piles

to trade for pennies.

Let’s cut holes in our pockets

and fill them with time

until the last echo of

a tick splits our emptied skulls

and drains out the nothing.

Let's rob a jeweler

and give diamonds to the homeless.

Their babbles are endless

and they've earned something for that.

Let's ink our pens with the clouds

and write odes to the sea

where they meet and watch them turn

orange then red then purple then black

then dissipate with wind.

Let's read tea leaves and palms

like books written by wise

old men with wide smiles

and wider minds.

Let's blow out the city lights,

dance with the stars,

and apologize profusely

for stepping on their toes.

Let's wash our hands with acid

and leave empty fingerprints

on likewise glasses

staining breathless lovers'

heaving antipathy

Let's play to lose

and throw the pieces

about the floor when

our plan goes awry, smiling.

Let's slowdance to anachronisms

while the ether whispers

around and between us and through us,

until it settles in us.

Let's watch the clouds

from atop a sinking city

and marvel at how the water's

lovely this time of year.

Let's fall in love

and drown together

in whichever order

the universe decides.

Let's make this our night

It may be our last.