FYI i wanna beat most people up from
slavery and into the frying pan slick with charred gore with a reach
extending far beyond someone’s distant entreaty knock on doors of
abandoned sex elephants slinking through glacial woods where nothing
much happens passively as skunk’s tail voltage gags on love lesions
on their voices incessant visigoth on film so oily with plain text
and games in ascii decoder wakes up in an abutment on summer storms
shivering in borders on rotation this month so the body gets treated
with lillies cupping wildernesses of gender protrusions confused by
the shallowness of venison pools concurrent worship pills or fats
blossoming without conscience upon the mother hips that toss me
around in your sleep

did i mention the reflection of the
moon as whorled in a skunk’s tail flung like pink toxic nightclouds
lush along a pre-dawn walk to the convenience store held a séance
here in this room along a sunrise street washed in ruddy pastel as
whorled like burnt eyes flummoxed at the suggestion of control’s
shallow voice buried in the strong burning hair aluminum shirtless
now that powers of evil exist to portion a totality from these
ephemera morningclouds silverfuck’d so afraid you wouldn’t hear me
calling you fat light tall through endless thought’s treeless
irreducibility much like duct tape or paper failures cares and cares
and cares reflected in waving tops of trees parsed to cool limbs
encircling curled inflation a skunk’s tail electrocuted by i don’t
know what

i’ll let you know about heat the teeth eroding erotic decay and decals strewn wet across moist flooring breeding blind white flies tossing and turning flames rolling against your throat sinkhole in the middle of dreaming knives in a pile on the horizon rotator cuff his speech impediment roaring in sunshine’s midsection sensual like a tongue in syrup my blues my huge oranges and hues neutered by massive drug tolerance toltec wisdom she nudges the monitor to face her kissing memories long past expiration dates hung low and iridescent from trees warped or bowed from too much talk to them across a field cracked with shadows who seem to know my name and hers too as if flung so effortlessly cascaded blitz fallen suck from vague curtain embers along the desk’s li po sinking as he tries to hug the reflection of a moon