Cedar Springs

Cedar Springs

Then truck fumes smudge the sun as it slips
down the day like an oyster
and cops question some crying girl with a split lip
behind a Condom Sense to register
her complaint the way cooks take orders
while penis rings pursed in raspberry cellophane
throb on hooks and for $10.99 they’ll really take you somewhere
like the buses wheezing down Wixom Lane

You know last night a man knotted birthday balloons around his waist
and jumped off a bridge under the same unminding
moon as the Cedar Springs trannies laced
in pleather bustiers and the boys who drove by whistling
which made no one think of Bruegel or Brussels or the shame
in fact the paper didn’t even print the guy’s name