there can never be a building
  tall enough.
i can drive sports cars at
two-hundred kilometers
per hour, i can crash
planes into boats. i have
been learning
that
fireworks sound like dying from afar.

and even if you've
    mistaken me
    for someone else,
there
    are other horses
    traveling
the path. they are raggedy
like dolls and they
are beautiful.

    you are on top of one as we speak,
heading toward the
city center amphitheater
where you and i
first met
one-hundred and twenty
years ago.

everything
is waterproof;
    every meal is injected
in this place,
while in the southern lands
deserters
are freezing in
caves formed
over the ages.
i can
take all the heat--
lack thereof--
literally and i
can take the heat
proverbially, as well.

bring to me:
the sinners who are suffering,
the lovers who are in debt,
the men who died for nothing.
    i can love you
    until the morning
    only.
both you and i are
still in favour, no
disadvantages,

upon the horizon, loveharpoons
shooting at one another.

when
will you not be lonely?
where are you burning carbs. to?
why are you
in this place,
anyway?