tacos tacos tacos

franscois breut and three tacos alone in a booth
orange juice and earl grey are there too
it occurs to me that the veil of our energetic conciousness is getting thinner
and the water that is all that is
more disparate
like the nephrates
and like a desert night cold and alive
taco the third may not be as good
but it grows on you rooting tentacle lips
into tastebuds stripped by your confused kisses
by the letter b
be fore
be fore lorn