Sports bars
And tomboys
Are subsuming my mind
On this gray winter day and
To get through the winding streets of Pittsburgh
And escalate into your mountainous coordinates
Would be akin to the next coliseum of murderous carnage,
Like placing 20 five-ton cement planks
On the summit of our sweat and cunning,
As if watering my own eyes
Like a spout from a decanter
Onto agreeable poppies in daisyland,
Caressed by florid voices in Steelers jerseys.