Hi Red Center

Hi sign so unmired in red!
in italics on a flag above
my dead body, above my
grave.

For drinking continuously
what's delicious but bad for
black coffee from a pint glass.

The ickiness of it distracts
with all the acids burning and
delicious browny fats that're
in there.

The bag of candies, or the
bacon vats of showmenship

and florid wings and leafy
flaps of serifs of red inter-
jective points on flags

a Gift of Anton Yelchin

And yet
there are problems with certitude, too
like that none are ever ineffable. Even
you, knowing that everyone wants to be
plussed and not minusèd.

The supple young skin of Anton Yelcin
that's served up and misconstrued—just
young, supple, full of blood, having hair
that still growing, excitable

responsive to the touch, and virile