Comic Rapture

I reach out to grasp candy hearts, valentines,/ smitten by these messages for the teeth and tongue,/destroyed by the mouth./ I bled in your blue womb;/ it was nature,/ a new friend you can adore, /reaping what you could best use,/ on the night I hear you breathing./I wait for you between coffee machines,/I hear loud noise,/ of poker dice and chips, falling,/ raise just enough to vend your drinks./I read reports on a battle with my sister in law/,I’m just man enough to block her power grab/then I descend through blue tubes./ Where can they place a young fool?/ At pony rides, tobacco auctions and abandoned homes