“You momma’s boy, you writer,” fell from her mouth.
No riverbeds of distinction,
of crystallized convexes.
Derelict vocalization: no nouns,
no verbs, no gerunds,
Stinky ham ordinances of her
Disturbing stinky ham ordinances in my
Wreckless stinky ham ordinances in the
freshness of my soul.
Last night I woke up in the morning,
you terrible slag. I sensed her
stress fracture. And it was mine
Glass is Made of Bark and
Sunshine Causes Pelvic Bruising
are the most interesting articles
I’ve read in weeks.
I think there was a quote in there
that said, “unbutton my zipper.”
Why with her gorgeous severity?
saturated everything in sepia.
Not least of which my gas chambered
“Scuttle the gib. Then open the hatch.”
I was hang gliding on the Vineyard and
someone at sea mouthed these words below
I lurched upward.
I don’t want to get up for a new wifebeater.
“Please stop. Just try to understand.”
“I’ll try harder. I’ll really try harder.”
“Talk to me.”
The great fish, no wait, mammal, surfaces.
He can’t breathe, and he can’t spit me
He tries but he can’t. He goes under
then comes back up. Suddenly, he launches
me from his blowhole.