Let me be perfectly clear
reach the sea by open throat
and you pain windows with gladness
tired of tried to reach you
sea of open throat
area fillet read to low toll roads
trolls annul years from our beat walls
down cast iroquois reek with conscript
perfectly claw crow and face means
and aim takes repeat apart
where were the rams which you
reach to grasp water sour prince
of gutted melon labor
Allow us this indiscretion
to press you for rent and fits
just like pale winch still slung prick
up at grange discriminate
an ended grin girl reef you
swam throat through
all the while owls owls owls
crochet on a stick wean play
no more that day but next
Guess how long we waited
but next time there won’t

She crazy.

Last time she was dressed like a bad lady.

Drape purr. The delicious doughnut drains of, hydration. In a minute or two coffee.

Not sure what the problem is. Never run into this problem. We can be sure. I’m a drift in a sea I doubt. Catch the mystery, before it catches you.

Robert Chrysler, Robert Chrysler, Robert Chrysler likes your link. They were blamed for the bubonic plague by everyone for really no reason. I cook a mean roast beef, mean bagels and mean cream cheese, mean assonance when we say we want it that way, in this general direction. When does it become too easy?

The bills associated with business are enormous, but we figure into some clever plots to blow a bridge in Cleveland. I’m originally from.

Do you think catholic priests should be allowed to marry?

I think we may as well. When does too much meat become excess? Hot coffee and cold milk, sweet dreams are made of this. I’m wide-awake sweating.

Do there really have to be losers
to solitude under cotton-cast
through resurrection of willows
or sung tin on biblical chords

snipped? I held scissors on streets
where power least touched
our bodies; sun ready to write
hymns in our flesh, arms

taken up with crush, dust.
Men and women program
soil to spill heat like infection’s
mouth that gulps gulfs

between gulls spun over dumps
and nets to keep fish in our bellies.
I’m the only one, coated
for easy swallow, and howling down

I come from nowhere
and nothing comes from me

Standing holding food
among all the talk
to leak meat-smoke

Nothing

It’s been thirty years
since he took down
the loud warm hands
laughing at facing the deep
since he took down
the long breath before

and before that we were in
hot springs when
volcanoes ruled the earth

Oh I’d jotted down
the shape of his body

learn to repeat it
among all the talk
to leak meat-smoke

cracking my bones
the way a fire strips
all air
from the laugh deep
in his face before

And I know once and for all
caught nowhere

Talk traps you