love. a totality

He had just turned forty

the new thirty

He felt a half century

outdated

overwhelmed

inundated

 

Still he was real as they come

long since had a habit

velveteen

ran from the law

used to call him rabbit

 

All tore up and shit

he caught her attention

on the strip

Vegas

either ’78 or ’77

 

She was in a rush

looking for a friend

nights when the streets got her numb

cold as ice cream but aint no fun

 

All sorts of shit went wrong

for a white girl blonde as a

bleached out  jersey updo

the kind that blocked your view

when you got those last minute

scalpers to go see Motley fuckin’ Crue

 

what she was made of really

you could not quantify

Something sweet and soulful

and spilling over your edges

a bowl of oatmeal

warmth all over

exponential

infinite

light

light

 

She carried him aways

away

brought him in

blurred the bright lights

beat back the city

 

He shifted out of first into a focused way

a fineness

When he found her

Then up a sec to a feeling street reality

met her Up on third avenue

to embrace

 

Anyone around them

stopped to catch a glimpse

 

Involuntary

like the sudden encounter

with a solar eclipse

 

The

totality

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