Beauty

You are Cheerios
or a squabble with corn flakes
love, you ain't telling
just like traffic in the basement
or a lot of bells ringing
deadman's tunes dying with a
fly full of minnows and
lickity wings music as
coarse as kosher salt
yes I have flowed your river,
your longing clutching my
roll of pennies fit for deadman's
eyes yes I have flowed the song
down the room raising eyebrows of questions
Why? What and who was it? Art as bandito,
starting with this kiss.