Believing in Valentines (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #11)

Sixty feet dangled

on a crane right after

a mate’s divorce


two pigeons bulleting

across the pulleys

to reach the rafters

of the the 54th avenue

skylight, where billboards

of hollywood’s

next biggest most amazing

fucking romantic

“comedy” mock our

silly liaisons:

but on a perch the world

is bar(r)e(n):

even stoplights make love;

more, we do, I do,

and I write my valentines smashed

in paint against brick walls

on moon-lit alleys

and no baby angels

will fall fall falling down.