beatitude

I wish I would have been with them
in that jazz-jive junction
juggling my jumbled-up jewels
across their jingling jitter

revolution revolved rapidly
from lewd hips, their livid lips
spinning spontaneity that spiraled
across eagerly anticipating egos awaiting
day-tripper divinity

they are microscopic minutes now mended
to a hazardous history

dead men devoured by time