Midas on the Beach
When Midas went to the beach
everyone in his kingdom was nervous.
Wednesday and Saturday evenings
were like winter all year round,
the chill air chased cigarette smoke
and stale beer smell across the concrete stands …
A chrysanthemum petal makes me think of a swapped prisoner. What was given up for this beauty pressing against the
On the last Saturday of August,
an ambulance sirened past Valley Forge.
Your red Toyota was our caboose.
The cyclists who found me, squashed,
Like a trembling tower of fruity gelato,
ladies and gentleman—my vibrato.
Beautiful blue beetle,
curved and dumpy, lovely
as a lumpy German mädchen
overly fond of kartoffeln.