flowering tabloids today I get myself
to be gone now nothing hurting nothing
but more to say zip too of when
I lifted hat labeled beef brand
cap poisoned blood it flew
over through urns and curves noted
not discussed when after hot
fritters look at me she said see my past
like rose rose on thorny stem that ass
these torn portions see my spirituality
full face as to develop old older
halt paltry wisdom exchange satisfactory
rations inexact rational planes fold
and then was she flew up against dropped pilot
to plead wanted medium term resin plot
to a tilt sniff quite yuck her quaint
it sticks in you shed fallen bills bits
kindling you gather in view of park golden
yes goods grandfather may sketch
sunup first thing wetter woozy
at these my magic hands trim wick
open unfurl your sail billowy
at her as good late picture melody
those days not a dry window in the
yet curtains draw such as her apply
at yo-yo bulge chords herded quietly
as wrap me rumination bag fat and sour
drop these white American pounds
my contraption up and over past moons
say afterlife pastel castle sigh sigh
spoilers fall there so few was it lust
chivalry undead learned shorthand late
her shoulder buzz cuts afternoons
hello not to comet you back
string me cord-whip me Eureka me hose me
down studio boy you are good prone
blotter up on the in-breath
foreign plunder tamps soil
all there so and so prayer zippers
work together type to her lips
two spaces sound the old real bell
get back in your corner be ashamed man boy
nipple head shut hard not tomorrow’s tip
get on up about a spout of water
how stiffly your appetite thrums dumb
your harm would wipe liquid crystal you
would hide in your smartphone such love

Originally published in White Wall Review 40 (2016)