Do Porn Stars Go to McDonald's

If we saw you at this cathedral of
international gastronomy,
I think I might put out all the loneliness
I've poured into the eyes I believe
in more wholeheartedly than god and godless
worlds alike by impaling mine with the longest
french fries I could get my hands on.

Memory

Lexington, a brief life-breath
in my brain. It was raining, I felt
some part of you sigh on the bench,
Only stillness in the light.

Some semblance of masculine duty
had broken you, I thought. The marines
or some other branch. I knew then
I would never get another chance,

And I didn't. Four years later, London,
watching grace in black-and-white,
My foolish eyes saw squat ice-sliders
race to sinking cures for hunger.

Still, short wings, best for false flight,
were warm enough to keep my blood flowing.