Birds’ nest fertility soup
It’s a polite town it’s very clean
I can walk past a graveyard to the food factory
and the trees may spin birds’ nest soup from the fastest hens
Natural gas is everywhere these days
On the bottom of my boots smeared on the floor
Watering her nipples with it
feel too that I could sit like a cat in your window
and wait all day for you to come home
–you said, don’t piss me off!
It’s not your average monochromatic love
watched Partch’s furious delusion
imbue the depth in gesture clusters
I’m thinking of talking like moving baby
like calcite threading slowly down your back
–you said, don’t touch me!









