Conversation, stagnates
removal. Clipping
of toenails. Keeping
an Eye on appearance, to
avoid personal pit
falls-------------->[fade], like being together,
wet laundry, towel,
towers us down, weight
wait: every disclosure is
crude, bitetongue to,
to implode------------>straight
behind the Face, which way
was the looks meaner to enfold
the Hide, it Hurts to Hunk,
is nothing
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Conversation, with broad
travels. Call me eyeing
you yeah from the side
of the sink, growing Big calluses
carefully, within the Crowd
I ascend tall & falling
Straight, down like hard
pencils, skinned across—
The legs of Night, swing
down from Eyes no bigger
than Mine, no bigger
than the Blanket that could
fit us in this Kiss, burnt
across the Beak, steak
glistens in your teeth, hair
grows for so much more
like “Do not
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Conversation, with the tall
ass, faces
destruction: all of it,
drawn, to
dung, flung deeper, into Focus,
looks, mighty
tasty often-times Pissing in an
Alley, shameless
against the billowing morning
smokes, after
the blowhard Kisses, launched
across, cheeks
chubby, like the beerpiss
made, to do
personal arrest
Strove, into the Violent Morning
upon, The Street pounding the Form
of Last Night’s slim regrets daunt in
their Haunt like, none other. The Other
value, vaults in the Eyes swipe
the Early Bird shitcrust & the Life
spent in Thrift, pummels upon
The Slō Creep, at the Edge of salute: yes,
it was this I regret schlips from lips
like just gutter, just a trimmed whimper
of a ragtag invasion of personal Space
& awakes the Woman, in bed, at the
tailend of your dress rehearsal, together
past, or prior past working experience above
the Waste, of warped confidence suffused
with a pussyinflation, unparalleled &
brownbagged half The City, is one way
to reach toward
Youth a month out & her Wet, one gulp
too many to discharge, in lieu of how my, how
my Hardness, hardens, in that’s too hard
& release the deathgrip, clutched
the Brick, the Grimace & mung moan more
poor powdered penance now all
dickdust
guidelines
Call me William inside,
will say nothing about
exercise, the eyes all
on You I, masturbate
loudly, in
abundance.
Hide from
my roommate.
Had to quit my
Job. Pants spotted
with queasy
revelations. I roar
to myself in Bed because
Roars turn me
on. A Lion, all day
in bed & good
god, it's a little
big, that tan
piece of
shit, sure think
I'll be
at Friday's
dance in your
pants, panting
will be
the surprise, pelt
& all that
spunk, I meant
junk. Nears the Sun
shines, my affections
to cockling depths
dear already came
here, said
nothing
about exercise
Home is where the empty Room hunks. Grew up whistling
the empty hallway, skin pounds, an echo
in a cluster of Ghosts, or was that my Voice—[?]
bright, sunken-cheeked & living in the Bottom line, faulted
down the Walk, pray to holding
up this Persona. Father had premonitions “look at
this Body now” against the smear of perversions
us filling up on perversions until you couldn’t nobody’s
address to talk to talk to you. I open my Eyes & then
I’m lost & all those poor mistakes you kept
writin. In this Home, we remain
hidden, telling Jokes in our own Ears, giggling with eyes
that close & never open
