Open the barn doors. Entice.
Proximate scent, calla lily wet
with plaint. Muzzle rip it off! Trials
are absconding with my verdigris, eruptions uncanny, man a dreamsprung
cloud, wet with light. With touch.
Erudition the restriction I draw your touch against the couch of my thigh, beige-boned and nasty with stain. Satin your touch your face a springboard for wet dreams, twigs care brownly along the stream, how you feel your touch a bed of spring loam gorging wet.
A bed of down, white wool feathers, things we’ve constructed nestily. Rub my minions, they’re tickled you’re hearing me, duck feathers, wings, wind my noose with clouds.
Bonobo
Claw-faced rug-burned prostitute
Titillation
manicure my nails because they’re wrecked
Zero experiment, could we live without gravity, without the consent of the dead
ripple imaginary drink, imaginary glass, wave to the camera obscuring my heard
head downy black hair, fur, fuzz, otter-slick (I want a raccoon, I want an article, I want a beaver to draw my face in lake, I want salt, I want moon, I want triple plays, I want three in a row, I want fifteen, give me something in German, phlegm)
If I were a moon would you jibe with me—
if we were along among oranges?
Phases, the months could silver the sea
of clouds above trees
heavy with oranges—
if I were that moon, would you rhyme with me,
dream
a year of orange
hummingbirds thrum with moonflower oils
bees suck lilies, stamens trill with orange
to ply their bodies free to silver dust motic
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a tomato stomach bitter with yearn
I remember breathing a laughter raw
on my eardrums, bone still
-I couldn’t believe you were in that urn-
I remember to strew flowers, what size and color
I don’t know sun on rocks all soaked with praise
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Warm litter box filled with treats, I create a cake based on cat litter
and Oreo cookies. Castor oil, metal overcold, braids, grainy imagistic
memory. My memory tries to overwhelm you. You always
wanted silence.
Silver freefall!!
Metal sing!!
She’s Atta Try, of SuddenLove.com
“Addicted to porn?”
“This time
so sudden—
you’re in love.”
“Your jaw hurts, watching.”
“This is love,
now’s the time.”
“Will it be different this time?”
What expectations are set up
and dashed by quotations, lines?
“Or is it?”
“Can you commit? Is this rose any different?”
“let love
bare your chest, it’s sudden
death, so ask
her
out!”
“Stop that ridiculous crying.”
“Please just get her information off the website.”
And stars enact tin voices for your shine
A garden in acorn season. The farm is thick with color—a rainbow of Swiss chard. An apricot falls. Who sees it or the clematis white against the house
or the tine of grapefruit moss.
We harvest wild chard. Snow tires descry curved sours of metal. Tuck me in. Rub your song of stilted metal on thin metal bunting. I hear
even elms pine.
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