Sensory overload on Planet Boston,
take a quick look at the parapsychology,
intimate precipitation of sweat that I see
laced on your forehead as you 
wrap yourself around the bottle.


Heinous highness rains like this:
holdup at the AM/PM, twenty cop cars
out front, shots fired in the July evening heat,
discovering what it's like to live outside
the boundaries we know


that we don't know.