One dog on the lawn two on the porch, Oh Pittsburgh, you make me cheesy.

birth to Liberty
I expose you to the unbaptized brains of pagan foreigners
to Pittsburgh, your native  burnt
if yr brigdes collasped
we would stand in this tunnel and celebrate
like the first heros of the strecthed calf skin
strained like our eyes as the sun slips smoke on your bones
like our eyes for what no camera can take home
words fall like your writers eyes into green wakes
the green stillness of your viens
if your glass buildings recidivate to sand
and fill your bowls with them
I marvel, like a rich child imagining
himself shoeless and half naked upon cities
whose hands suffered to create
trees choose to fall
and rains gather homes
I would dive from that mountain hole
risk death in the green viens
of unsolicited prophecy
to sleep beneath your fountain and look up upon that hole
gound to be taken
   cool days
    lips to listen
    hands rubbing you while our eyes look the other way.