"At the rose-tinted picnic, panic"

1.
At the rose-tinted picnic, panic —
after eating, the irritable animal roars like a motorcycle
you'll pay for that kiss in the valley of darkness
pizzicato the banister, she telegraphed with her fists
said "sodom adore ya"
night's indigent indigo will pass
everything jello, his bellows & hell's
the musician's lamp is light upon the waters
a lapse, she greets me with an imperceptible shift in mood.
Before we get old, we should twitch, wake, & stir
hearing each day one voice at least familiar

2.
The familiar groan, the iron and coffee-pot blurb
Holophernes telephones Judith, says "can we talk about it?"
Decollating décolletage; but deserved it
anyway in Caravaggio's she looks like you
the hair, the sword, the necessary set of brow
his turn to dye the tortured sheets
in a rented room outside the city wall
somewhere between then and now
in red, tired & intent, we meet with love
we three under a flag, light & the blade from above