Rollmop

the dreamy scent of sleep escapes
from a glass jar full of rollmops
slipping here between day & night
the stars fall like drops of (dew
eclipses bait the atmosphere with
hints of anarchy & FSU (bleachers
groan beneath our stellar weights
subway snarls make the beast with
two attacks tip a jar upside down
watch (a sleepy tear dripping out
soft cuddly animals in a tableaux
meant for myer window dressers or
snoring elves who gives a puck if
satan’s alive or merely (a stiff –