Good Morning, Mr. Benson/See You're Doing Well/If I Had Be a Shotgun/I'd Blow You Straight to Hell

[lbangs]

Final Night, The First

The toast champagne
(Okay,
The sparkling wine)
Finishes
Smooth hazelnut.

The deep-set sky
Is pounded,
Bursting blood electric
Next to shining blue
And fizzled violet.

She just awoke,
A stretch of heat
Across the mattress,
Alive, aflame,
And roasted hazelnut.

- 1/2/20