Iteration

the friar realizing his error that it was only that she had hid
articulate hard tines
of organ music and frequent showers
like a milk tight snake in the morning her tenderness
they tole me Arkansas II and Mississippi and you know what
recoils crowding around me like lit pages I stain so healthily
when all the characters are leathering
brilliant
laminate the wind
like icewater to moat
if Ted ever comes by with a fork
Tripodic
it had been so long my cum the yellow of snot I ejaculated in your
Water’s strange machine
tongues of lather
moisturizer your face in an embrace with mine our corseted mouths and
our centaur dries
I get wanting to clover your eyelids
clovers shone man at me and it could never have happened had any of us
your anchors sweat my lidding quietly in a wash a hungry eclipse spinning
terror I wipe a seeding awful many ellipse
ever been aware of what we were saying unless it was around someone we
its hindlegs tripodic
your scentway dries
a crowd. I know spinning enough
I din’t believe um I sat right now on my tush tush and crahed.
tho he never know it my love is so embarrassing my diary even

I ask my mirror reflection if we can’t make
a seashell’s amps a map
a garage door kick sour mouths
sort and pick. There would be so many tire swings
of you last night when a spoonful filled my apartment
tense would conglomerate only in the past, only by way
all the exercises stand stanchion still and silently
I ate unashamed the minnows
speaking their speak against the cold playground. I would
stir whorls and raisinettes left
I kept them closed though wrens try to wrench them
a commitment on the body the head
color pickling
these branches aren’t for securing a dam
is a neck of crows how many depends on
shin brackets asleep
when I scarred the backsongs we were meant to show
against gratis perfumes whirl
it was a heroin chic the opposite
fairground and she really was
in a bed of gutter
under glass stallions
your mouth moved
a quince tree whistles
of organ music and frequent showers
mascara, it was a poultice and
all those kitchenettes stuck in her hair
that the future and present
be questioning my own motives, sent through the future
were you wrapping your voice in creams

yet tight against my skull I can feel their influence
a bin of winks all fluttery
backsongs when I scarred many of us
to the maple tree, allowance, little

Poetry: It’s an auction off
not for us yet tight against my skull I can feel is nothing
it does not memorize.
and in it so many milks milks that haven’t been invented darling not for us
to get a hold of me is by pouring gunk in my.
It chases me from inside
like aversion of stockings
Anne Carson’s influence
nothing like a houseboy
smiles,
“I’m affliction.”
having been
You are a cup and a rigid sinner
a cotillion stem
I ask myself about stairs, especially
wet cane and snowmelt
swift windows and the marigold river that junctures the water cooler.
bugling, “We were meant to show young perfumes’ lids’
ending” sour after the fact
We’re having a fundraiser on Friday, October store.
Don’t be coy I know you have one Thank you
teeth apart sex? spiritual compilation. It can be pointed. I am a wheelbarrow
car. Smut memory this doesn’t have to be
I appropriate 2 gray cats 4 crying hinds. Here we cast up, lips together,
my pulse a cup a pointer apologize remember the best way

gray not in color but feeling the rasp
soaking in vinegar a bin of winks all fluttery
gray not in color but feeling
caught almost but calmly tacking
bending sour after the fact
someone who stalls
bloom-fed mules paint-blind rabbits
your anchors sweat my lidding
like organ music and frequent showers
mouth in tatters
carved unsure and sweet
notes the gnat obliquely
beside dawn through trees’
hoes and buckles hung with arching
pageant-hound grabbits
landslidish heroics
caught almost but warmly jacking
chiming as moonsore chiclets
calyxes of dentistry
what we’ve created apparently here we
crepes of tear-wings
pageant-round habits
my organ music and frequent showers
answers
your rancors whet my bidding
broom-fled mule taint-tried rabbits
its tin ribs again
minnows guys with lightbright teeth
if icicles when asked not in color but feeling
smiles
so simple stalls against your nape so often
singeing, mothing between us

Boy do I believe you.
a wary arrow everyone is playing an angle I could never apologize for
a bad smell becoming even worse when you realize molecules
Black
using the orgasm lever the arm is an extension of the brain
out of his posing speedo
where petals boxcar your eyelids a fly scrubs its hindlegs tripodic
the piglets scrutiny her breasts deliberate swollen gestures
the architecture of which no one knows
and knuckles where unrequited becomes
a place, it’s a lifestyle.
When I brought you a lemon you claimed
you ain’t never again a cuke
the soft brown dying your eyes create in me twinge suckling beginnings of a
fall
how steep embodies the milk
I feel along me like brushgrass. I see that you are doing well in your lessons.
crack together. It’s not
to collect your hearts
penis skewing hard orange nosing
your anchors sweat my lidding
spine-fed scraps of earwig toes
of water waiting sunglasses and gin
projection memory is on a track she eats
her way slowly you never
told me much about marriage
mice warm up cages for we can make on another
green apples I don’t wish were red
it hurt to transluce. Track down sundial language
encaustic light.

(the seconds threaten from the beaches of your eyes)
(back the sound staggers water’s strange machine
along unkempt’s preen of sleep lay flute-drawn)
(chocolate cake and cigarettes in no particular order
crown down at the lip of the underground well)
(You are brave
druff, but I hunt to eat your whips.)
(pearls whisk heat from the skin)
(how steep
Light Yellow)
(You are the bell I think we should)
(One bodybuilding magazine showed a man)
(quietly in a wash a hungry eclipse)
(in the morning plenty of it creates a long wire)
(bunnies that glow in the dark)
(a chrysalis never watered. Pollen’s brisk)

because of the prophecy
a giant seacastle in the distance, so white
we can only fall into too pale skin
did knowledge get stuck in a man’s throat
mice the way their small bladders would empty white snaps later
and life smells skewed
the way I can still smell isofluorane from when I had to cervically dislocate
mothless light. If they’re pebbles
One question, two answers.
even the sun has trouble hitting it.
with the smell of fermentation budding alcoholism
Red
is the ribbon my body pulls from you
One: sodium
Two: salt and vinegar on a sore
tongue. The Red buds feel true.
you are yellow
in the mouse facility
what just sent ribbons of pain into me
a seashell amplifies feet having never dropped their trope
only once let’s play our zwischens again let’s
changing their clovers shone man at me
Pink
open shops together
why chance once you’re pickled
latches smashed quick and unpredictable upon me
packed tight in your iris your brown eyes that
is your mind a host of friends a honey toast milk almond condition
the brass bold light
Navy Blue
You are the full wax yellow
leaving blown glass remarks
the seconds threaten
A narcotic,
Light Pink
White

(“Last winter the birds dropped frozen colorblind”)
(sharp Adam’s apples may have been tempted)
(bridges I ruined)
(and not pimiento?)
(and the fruiting body unfolds I woke my pillow)
(and life smells skewed my pulse)
(phosphate, mostly)
(Three dry martinis. Spit pimiento
melts a gash in the ice outside. Drown)
(my callous is growing worried
I rush hours to taste the pears of your eyes)
(clumsy whiskey sloshes at me I was
less than one life span long magenta can only be magenta)
(and it could never have happened had any of us ever been aware
of that we were not so caught so as not to collect your hearts)
(a class eight times the regular number
dice dropped multiple times for what reason)
(when I fell dawn through trees in love
stampeded against tongues of lather was snow)
(I would make wax paper puppets)
(You are yellow
and studying to be sex object.)
(the kiss of Sundays like soap
in the mouth the good idea turns bad and foams)

or origami necklaces do you think
warm oatmeal
bread warmer basket
against a swift window a trickle
but here’s your chance to blind
the mosquitoes your friar the brazen
crepes of wing rung with arching
terror I ripe a seeding awful
because of the prophecy
unkempt’s tripling leap tripodic
my mouthnose complex
I get wanting to clover your eyelids
Orange
are you going into your body short and frothy
time created here by opening and closing every auditorium door
a marigold river which tries
as a temper. Bees make their own.
which you call windmills
your letters in my skin like miracles
many ellipse
tongues of lather
anything grabbing at praise
it was both the flapping paper the brown

(grief ever leaves or does it just forget
itself and then remember water on a beach even in this running
I know myself against your dirty trail
a molten poison
none of us touched even)
(both treble and windy gimlet
with seasoning the head is a neck of crows three
if human fourteen if a giant
your stunning kingdom by the sea
salt like a fist which anyone could have written)
(engines cleaning it had been so long my cum
the yellow of snot I ejaculated
in your moisturizer your face in mine
a corset of tongues eliding
prick consent to me
a ceiling whistles recognition taut a transit
so long anticipated to cite the peacock
it could taste feathergreen thrumping)
(quietly and I could
happen on a fly
on its hindlegs, lover are you
the lamb along
umkempt’s tripling)
(its slice against the night
which freezes
the water many of us centered
our bodies communing a bridge a kiss
a hiss or just after
Dark Chocolate Brown
a hiss or just after I thrash
with caffeine and sunburn. I am thin)
(Light Purple
which you call windmills and beautiful napes of those
deprived of sleep pennies and nickels and chapter books
have you ever thought that someone looked like you and wondered
sadly if in a blackout you made pornography
everything through hiccups)
(Hot Pink
many ellipse water’s strange machine
along flute-drawn sleep
another gray greening
rivers away from being silent together
on another wash stampeded against)
(water accompanies us in and out
nothing spearmint like life
carries out lust
or imagination I tell you
it was both
Brown)


Second Iteration

Tripodic
all those kitchenettes stuck in her hair
that the future and the present

gray not in color but feeling the rasp
soaking in vinegar a bin of winks all fluttery
we can only fall into too pale skin
did knowledge get stuck in a man’s throat
Black
using the orgasm lever the arm is an extension of the brain
bread warmer basket
against a swift window a trickle
(all the swatted images all the debonair
sprouts we collided a short tender
I hid like a milk tight snake in the morning
which has specifically parted as if
clipped by by paired barettes
The friar realized his error,)
(brambles against your nape so often
my smile your black jaw installed along my cheek
wearing my acne a salute a date that’s been)
(sharp Adam’s apples may have been tempted)
(the seconds threaten from the beaches of your eyes)
(both treble and windy gimlet
with seasoning the head is a neck of crows three
if human fourteen if a giant
your stunning kingdom by the sea
salt like a fist which anyone could have written)

White
Pink Puffy
Peach
Light Pink
car. Smut memory this doesn’t have to be
I appropriate 2 gray cats 4 crying hinds. Here we cast up, lips together,
my pulse a cup a pointer apologize remember the best way
a seashell’s amps a map
a garage door kick sour mouths
tense would conglomerate only in the past, only by way
all the exercises stand stanchion still and silently
A narcotic,
your rancors whet my bidding
broom-fled mule taint-tried rabbits
I ate unashamed the minnows
(Boy do I believe you
Lime Green)
(said in a circular fashion
constant let it stand
“Nice cool day to be on the hill, isn’t it?”
Something tight, bitchy and twisted I appropriate,)
(of movement the red jay tramples
your skin
having seen the night grim ace)
(of the tire swing that sold itself short when it really wanted to find out where
its predecessors were. Don’t they brilliant
the air with sails, don’t they through)
(terror I whisper)
(trick a not)

latches smashed quick and unpredictable upon me
packed tight in your iris your brown eyes that
ending sour after the fact
open shops together take language
why chance once you’re pickled
a commitment on the body the head
singeing, mothing between us
leaving blown glass remarks
the seconds threaten
We’re having a fundraiser on Friday, October store.
Don’t be coy I know you have one Thank you
it had been so long my cum the yellow of snot I ejaculated in your
stir whirls and raisinettes left
I keep them closed though wrens try to wrench them
teeth apart sex? spiritual compilation. It can be pointed. I am a wheelbarrow
so simple stalls against your nape so often
it hurt to transluce. Track down sundial language
encaustic light.
Navy Blue
You are the full wax yellow
moisturizer your face in an embrace with mine our corseted mouths and
our centaur dries
her way slowly you never
told me much about marriage
my organ music and frequent showers
answers
(when I fell dawn through trees in love
stampeded against tongues of lather was snow)
(a class eight times the regular number
dice dropped multiple times for what reason)
(the kiss of Sundays like soap
in the mouth the good idea turns bad and foams)
(John Montana’s literary magazine was wondering if you’d like to donate
a gift certificate to fact. Also, I’m wondering if I can put up a poster for the
even in your This is a Raffle
corner of the store)
(under the hinges of movie theatres
and many of us had sticky feet
to trip up stairs and our lovers’ bodies
flapping frequently against my sense of design
the shelf it’s simply shoved against
the wall of desire, I’m stuck here wriggles of wine trial my lips)
(a chrysalis never watered. Pollen’s brisk)
(You are yellow
and studying to be a sex object.)
(tongues eliding stickly prick
pieces that contain rigid objects
in season, I sling your drift
when the characters are leather)
(or doors the color of your jaw installed along my cheek
wearing me like icewater to let in the most)

mothless light. If they’re pebbles
One question, two answers.
recoils crowding around me like lit pages I stain so healthily
when all the characters are leathering
beside dawn through trees’
hoes and buckles hung with arching
color pickling
these branches aren’t for securing a dam
a place, it’s a lifestyle.
When I brought you a lemon you claimed
Anne Carson’s influence
nothing like a houseboy
because of the prophecy
(and not pimiento?)
(I rachet. Down the busy street I take my body I choose to
arouse my body sympathetic love a drippler dripping
pieces that pass first test and contain rigid objects
of spring, I sling into your season, I five-petal you to drift)
(nightmarish heroics)
(in German is Blutenstaub
I think of how dust perfumes
register timpani tongues)
(You are brave
druff, but I hunt to eat your whips.)
(on and on and on my pulse.
You remember the best way to get a hold of me is by pouring gunk in my
hair isn’t that right
My pulse is)

Water’s strange machine
Tongues of lather
sort and pick. There would be so many tire swings
caught almost but warmly jacking
chiming as moonsore chiclets
of water waiting sunglasses and gin
projection memory is on a track she eats
is your mind a host of friends a honey toast milk almond condition
the brass bold light
I feel along me like brushgrass. I see that you are doing well in your lessons.
crack together. It’s not
wet cane and snowmelt
(Along flute-drawn sleep
Another gray greening
Rivers away from being silent together
On another wash stampeded against aim)
(a seeded mangy ellipse)
(in the morning plenty of it creates a long wire)
(I would make wax paper puppets)
(You are the bell I think we should)

its tin ribs again
minnows guys with lightbright teeth
yet tight against my skull I can feel their influence.
a bin of winks all fluttery
of organ music and frequent showers
mascara, it was a poultice and
a wary arrow everyone is playing an angle I could never apologize for
a bad smell becoming even worse when you realize molecules
I din’t believe um I sat right now on my tush tush and crahed.
tho he never know it my love is so embarrassing my diary even
mice the way their small bladders would empty white snaps later
and life smells skewed
or origami necklaces do you think
warm oatmeal
(us and me and memory
words bedded)
(You are a cup and a rigid sinner
my acne a salute
ah would you date
someone soaking in vinegar)
(wearing me like icewater to let in most
lowest left hand influence. You are milks that haven’t been invented darling
she was ugly but it happened
that it was only that she had Cheezits
smeared along her eyelids like a bitch)
(I sat right down dead drunk small cold and absolutely broke
and crahed. Pineapples makin out cain’t help me I feel a sound
snap my knee my leg my crashdown crawfish applicate juices.
I sat down snap down my hearing wasted on badding news
my phone is crying drown tears and I cain’t believe it won’t
believe because believe it or not Mississippi was my love)
(bridges I ruined)
(grief ever leaves or does it just forget
itself and then remember water on a beach even in this running
I know myself against your dirty trail
a molten poison
none of us touched even)

your scentway dries
a crowd. I know spinning enough
if icicles when asked not of color but feeling
smiles
are going into your body short and frothy
time created here by opening and closing every auditorium door
because of the prophecy
a giant seacastle in the distance, so white
out of his posing speedo
where petals boxcar your eyelids a fly scrubs its hindlegs tripodic
be questioning my own motives, sent through the future
were you wrapping your voice in creams
backsongs when I scarred many of us
to that maple tree, allowance, little
(articulated a hard on pink
jacks advertising themselves as red
as if to escape its ribs, flexible,
it chases me from inside)
(then grasp
the brambles mending their
mouths in which we pour)
(“Last winter the birds dropped frozen colorblind”)
(back the sound staggers water’s strange machine
along unkempt’s preen of sleep flute-drawn)
(all my nerves, decay of the boyfriend, other effluvia
Tell the senders no matter how rough the prerogative
we’ll always survive, our rubber hammers
laminate. They toke the wind. If it could come on
in the way a hubby boo boo increases ad infinitum)
(were you wrapping your voices in creams.
Earth is the only eye in a larger scheme
3 gay men, ages 38, 27 and 23, gather to write an imaginary poem:
The schoolyard isn’t very green compared)

like icewater to moat
if Ted ever comes by with a fork
gray not in color but feeling.
caught almost but calmly tacking
in a bed of gutter
under glass stallions
I get wanting to clover your eyelids
Orange
even the sun has trouble hitting it.
with the smell of fermentation budding alcoholism
Boy do I believe you.
Poetry: It’s an auction off
not for us yet tight against my skull I can feel is nothing
(low left hand influence. You are milks that haven’t been invented darling
take my left hand and influence me into those milkbrown eggs
influence the darning eggs I only kept in the hopes that you’d be back
don’t I see you there a few hours later?)
(Mooring
machining at boon-poor triplets
a needed hungry eclipse)
(the snake reflective surface
of the dress’s dance
of little spheres set to sing)
(quietly and I could
happen on a fly
on its hindlegs, lover are you
the lamb along
unkempt’s tripling)
(and the fruiting body unfolds I woke my pillow)
(It chases me from inside
Anne Carson’s flowers’ pulse.
You may influence
lowest left hand influence. You are milks that haven’t been invented darling)

Red
is the ribbon my body pulls from you
pageant-hound grabbits
landslidish heroines
your mouth moved
a quince tree whistles
to get a hold of me is by pouring gunk in my.
It chases me from inside
the piglets scrutiny her breasts deliberate swollen gestures
the architecture of which no one knows
but here’s your chance to blind
the mosquitoes the friar the brazen
brilliant
laminate the wind
(and life smells skewed my pulse)
(I spin myself
scraps of earwig
toes and knuckles rung with marching)
(grandstands up on my skin
the pollen in mind
the blood frees
into your body the serial
cloth angels’ fashions draw
the silver sing of your back)
(A room hair isn’t that right I am
fingered and in it so memorize.
A pink wart beneath a houseboy and a rigid sinner on
and on and on my knuckles their purple
they will not)
(chocolate cake and cigarettes in no particular order
crown down at the lip of the underground well)
(with sails
many tires
swing their speak against the playground
then stood stanchion still against my motives)

I ate unashamed the minnows
bending sour after the fact
someone who stalls
is a neck of crows how many depends on
shin brackets asleep
it does not memorize.
and in it so many milks milks that haven’t been invented darling not for us
the way I can still smell isofluorane from when I had to cervically dislocate
ever been aware of what we were saying unless it was around someone we
its hindlegs tripodic
crepes of wing rung with arching
terror I ripe a seeding awful
your anchors sweat my lidding
spine-fed scraps of earwig toes
(simple we both answer
when asked would you date)
(how many of those are willing to sprint
among giants windows
pheasants chill to feel warm after
a ceiling so long anticipated
I plucked from my nails)
(A pink wart beneath my lowest
left hand pointer finger knuckle.
A room of purple and white flowers.
They will not apologize.)
(loved and we remembered it not so caught almost but calmly jacking much
because we said it but because he was there when we did to collect your
hearts back the sound staggers water’s strange machine along unkempt’s
preen of sleep lay flute-drawn where petals boxcar your eyelids a fly scrubs)
(quietly in a wash a hungry eclipse)

fall
how steep embodies the milk
your anchors sweat my lidding quietly in a wash a hungry eclipse spinning
terror I wipe a seeding awful many ellipse
speaking their speak against the cold playground. I would
One: sodium
Two: salt and vinegar on a sore
unkempt’s tripling leap tripodic
my mouthnose complex
smiles
I’m affliction.
to collect your hearts
penis skewing hard orange nosing
(how steep
Light Yellow)
(scraps of earwig toes and knuckles where unrequited becomes crepes of
wing rung with arching)
(phosphate, mostly)
(engines cleaning it had been so long my cum
the yellow of snot I ejaculated
in your moisturizer your face in with mine
a corset of mouths and tongues eliding stickity
prick consents to me
a ceiling whistles recognition taut a transit
so long anticipated to cite the peacock
it could taste feathergreen thrumping)
(mouth in tatters
away from customary crowns.
University of Myers’s local businesses. I can reach me at 717 576 5087 or
john1.myers@umontana.edu.)
(One bodybuilder magazine showed a man)

a cotillion stem
I ask myself about stairs, especially
like organ music and frequent showers
mouth in tatters
anything grabbing at praise
it was both the flapping paper the brown
it was a heroin chic the opposite
fairground and she really was
the friar realizing his error that it was only that she had hid
tongue. The Red buds feel true.
you are yellow
bloom-fed mules paint-blind rabbits
(out
wrens try to work on
the way a house is swift
houses birds,
the shelf it’s simply slice against)
(or doors the color of icewater to let in the most
icicles behind which we pour
miles of mending its)
(water accompanies us in and out
nothing spearmint like life
carries out lust
or imagination I tell you
it was both
Brown)
(of took and it created for me, you
solitude oh there it was it was
pretty please pie it was dunk a mother)
(Three dry martinis. Spit pimiento
melts a gash in the ice outside. Drown)
(pick a knot
error I whisker)

I get wanting to clover your eyelids
clovers shone man at me and it could never have happened had any of us
having been
You are a cup and a rigid sinner
I ask my mirror reflection if we can’t make
in the mouse facility
what just sent ribbons of pain into me
and knuckles where unrequited becomes
many ellipse
tongues of lather
Carved unsure and sweet
notes the gnat obliquely
(Quietly and I could happen
On a fly on its hindlegs
Lover are you the lamb
Along unkempt’s leap
when I fell dawn through the trees in love it stampeded against tongues of lather
was snow packed tight in your iris your brown eyes that changing their)
(an outsider and insider as through a sieve
Violet is not a color (you can hide
behind) the way peach is, the way language is
a reptile
they will not)
(my callous is growing worried
I rush hours to taste the pears of your eyes)
(Hot Pink
many ellipse water’s strange machine
along flute-drawn sleep
another gray greening
rivers away from being silent together
on another wash stampeded against)
(the shore describes itself)

like a milk tight snake in the morning her tenderness
they tole me Arkansas II and Mississippi and you know what
calyxes of dentistry
what we’ve created apparently here we
like aversion to stockings
when I scarred the backsongs we were meant to show
against gratis perfumes whirl
which you call windmills
your letters in my skin like miracles
changing their clovers shone man at me
Pink
you ain’t never again a cuke
the soft brown dying your eyes create in my twinge suckling beginnings of a
(and now with high moon shaking she slacked eyelids like mint
kitchenettes and lost
Arkansas and Miss Sue both tole me Mississippi
is sleeping with Arkansas II believe it or not)
(you taught me to love
my dead hunger.
But had error ever been)
(at the bugle festival in a certain morning barn, door
open to the wings of sun and wingspun
birds a rotation of body and shirked sand many of us)
(Light Purple
which you call windmills the beautiful napes of those
deprived of sleep pennies and nickels and chapter books
have you ever thought that someone looked like you and wondered
sadly if in a blackout you made pornography
everything through hiccups)
(and it could never have happened had any of us ever been aware
of that we were not so caught so as not to collect your hearts)
(pearls whisk heat from the skin)

articulate hard tines
of organ music and frequent showers
swift windows and the marigold river that junctures the water cooler.
bugling, “We were meant to show young perfumes’ lids’
crepes of tear-wings
pageant-round habits
of you last night when a spoonful filled my apartment
mice warm up cages for we can make one another
green apples I don’t wish were red
a marigold river which tries
as a temper. Bees make their own.
a seashell amplifies feet having never dropped their trope
only once let’s play our zwischens again let’s
(tithing themselves
as if to escape the ribs of
chasing me from inside
a spinning. Shroud, I know nougat
I ate unashamed the minnows
of you last night when a spoonful filled my apartment)
(Your pick ground raisins
change color when they’re out
in a certain a.m. body,
a felt wing left sunning up a barn or jelly sandwich club)
(I spine myself)
(bunnies that glow in the dark)
(its slice against the night
which freezes
the water many of us centered
our bodies communing a bridge a kiss
a hiss or just after
Dark Chocolate Brown
a hiss or just after I thrash
with caffeine and sunburn. I am thin)
(clumsy whisky sloshes at me I was
less than one life span long magenta can only be magenta)

Third Iteration

your rancors whet my bidding
terror I whisper
trick a not
broom-fled mule taint-tried rabbits

Pink Puffy
Boy do I believe you
Lime Green
Peach

Navy Blue
You are yellow
and studying to be a sex object.
You are the full wax yellow

fall
how steep
Light Yellow
how steep embodies the milk

tongue. The Red buds feel true.
Three dry martinis. Spit pimiento
melts a gash in the ice outside. Drown
you are yellow

bending sour after the fact
simple we both answer
when asked would you date
someone who stalls

out of his posing speedo
back the sound staggers water’s strange machine
along unkempt’s preen of sleep lay flute-drawn
where petals boxcar your eyelids a fly scrubs its hindlegs tripodic

leaving blown glass remarks
the kiss of Sundays like soap
in the mouth the good idea turns bad and foams
the seconds threaten

a place, it’s a lifestyle.
You are brave
druff, but I hunt to eat your whips.
When I brought you a lemon you claimed

latches smashed quick and unpredictable upon me
when I fell dawn through trees in love
stampeded against tongues of lather was snow
packed tight in your iris your brown eyes that

the piglets scrutiny her breasts deliberate swollen gestures
chocolate cake and cigarettes in no particular order
crown down at the lip of the underground well
the architecture of which no one knows

changing their clovers shone man at me
and it could never have happened had any of us ever been aware
of that we were not so caught so as not to collect your hearts
Pink

in the mouse facility
my callous is growing worried
I rush hours to taste the pears of your eyes
what just sent ribbons of pain into me

your anchors sweat my lidding quietly in a wash a hungry eclipse spinning
scraps of earwig toes and knuckles where unrequited becomes crepes of
wing rung with arching
terror I wipe a seeding awful many ellipse

its tin ribs again
us and me and memory
words bedded
minnows guys with lightbright teeth

open shops together
a class eight times the regular number
dice dropped multiple times for what reason
why chance once you’re pickled

my organ music and frequent showers
or doors the color of your jaw installed along my cheek
wearing me like icewater to let in the most
answers

bloom-fed mules paint-blind rabbits
pick a knot
error I whisker
your anchors sweat my lidding

a seashell amplifies feet having never dropped their trope
clumsy whisky sloshes at me I was
less than one life span long magenta can only be magenta
only one let’s play our zwischens again lets’

but here’s your chance to blind
the mosquitoes your friar the brazen

crepes of wing rung arching
terror I ripe a seeding awful

a wary arrow everyone is playing an angle I could never apologize for
a bad smell becoming even worse when you realize molecules

are going into your body short and frothy
time created here by opening and closing every auditorium door

her way slowly you never
told me much about marriage

Carved unsure and sweet
the shore describes itself
notes the gnat obliquely

crepes of tear-wings
I spine myself
pageant-round habits

to collect your hearts
One body-building magazine showed a man
penis skewing hard orange nosing

caught almost but warmly jacking
a seeded mangy ellipse
chiming as moonsore chiclets

Black
the seconds threaten from the beaches of your eyes
using the orgasm lever the arm is an extension of the brain

mice warm up cages for we can make one another
bunnies that glow in the dark
green apples I don’t wish were red

beside dawn through trees’
nightmarish heroics
hoes and buckles hung with arching

is your mind a host of friends a honey toast milk almond condition
I would make wax paper puppets
the brass bold light

it hurt to transluce. Track down sundial language
a chrysalis never watered. Pollen’s brisk
encaustic light.

mothless light. If they’re pebbles
and not pimiento?
One question, two answers.

we can only fall into too pale skin
sharp Adam’s apples may have been tempted
did knowledge get stuck in a man’s throat

because of the prophecy
“Last winter the birds dropped frozen colorblind”
a giant seacastle in the distance, so white

you ain’t never again a cuke
pearls whisk heat from the skin
the soft brown dying your eyes create in me twinge suckling beginnings of a

Red
and life smells skewed my pulse
is the ribbon my body pulls from you

your anchors sweat my lidding
quietly in a wash a hungry eclipse
spine-fed scraps of earwig toes

I feel along me like brushgrass. I see that you are doing well in your lessons.
You are the bell I think we should
crack together. It’s not

mice the way their small bladders would empty white snaps later
bridges I ruined
and life smells skewed

of water waiting sunglasses and gin
in the morning plenty of it creates a long wire
projection memory is on a track she eats

One: sodium
phosphate, mostly.
Two: salt and vinegar on a sore

even the sun has trouble hitting it.
and the fruiting body unfolds I woke my pillow
with the smell of fermentation budding alcoholism

wet cane and snowmelt

singeing, mothing between us

it had been so long my cum the yellow of snot I ejaculated in your

ending sour after the fact

I ask my mirror reflection if we can’t make

Light Pink

Tripodic

White

because of the prophecy

I ate unashamed the minnows

speaking their speak against the cold playground. I would

sort and pick. There would be so many tire swings

and knuckles where unrequited becomes

a commitment on the body the head

so simple stalls against your nape so often

A narcotic,

of you last night when a spoonful filled my apartment

Boy do I believe you.

the way I can still smell isofluorane from when I had to cervically dislocate

the friar realizing his error that it was only that she had hid

my pulse a cup a pointer apologize remember the best way

teeth apart sex? spiritual compilation. It can be pointed. I am a wheelbarrow

like aversion to stockings


we’ll always survive, our rubber hammers
smeared along her eyelids like a bitch
of little spheres set to sing
of the dress’s dance
Along flute-drawn sleep
mouths in which we pour
the brambles mending their
if icicles when asked not of color but feeling
snap my knee my leg my crashdown crawfish applicate juices.
Poetry: It’s an auction off
the lamb along
mascara, it was a poultice and
wearing me like icewater to let in most
quietly and I could
arouse my body sympathetic love a drippler dripping
a crowd. I know spinning enough
under glass stallions
You may influence

low left hand affluence. You are milks that haven’t been invented darling
I din’t believe um I sat right now on my tush tush and crahed.
were you wrapping your voices in creams.
not for us yet tight against my skull I can feel is nothing
on its hindlegs, lover are you
unkempt’s tripling
like icewater to moat
It chases me from inside
caught almost but calmly tacking
pieces that first test and contain rigid objects
don’t I see you there a few hours later?
if Ted ever comes by with a fork
as if to escape its ribs, flexible,
flapping frequently against my sense of design
under the hinges of movie theaters
to trip up stairs and our lovers’ bodies
and many of us had sticky feet
I rachet. Down the busy street I take my body I choose to
laminate. They toke the wind. If if could come on
in the way a hubby boo boo increases ad infinitum
tense would conglomerate only in the past, only by way
of organ music and frequent showers
Mooring
Tongues of lather
these branches aren’t for securing a dam
On another wash stampeded against aim
our centaur dries
in a bed of gutter
Earth is the only eye in a larger scheme
in season, I sling your drift
to that maple tree, allowance, little
pieces that contain rigid objects
influence the darning eggs I only kept in the hopes that you’d be back

Water’s strange machine
it chases me from inside
the wall of desire, I’m stuck here wriggles of wine trial my lips
your scentway dries
Anne Carson’s flowers’ pulse.
I keep them closed though wrens try to wrench them
Rivers away from being silent together
Orange
of movement the red jay tramples
its predecessors were. Don’t they brilliant
then grasp
all my nerves, decay of the boyfriend, other effluvia
register timpani tongues
none us touched even
lowest left hand influence. You are milks that haven’t been invented darling
in German is Blutenstaub
I sat down snap down my hearing wasted on badding news
or origami necklaces do you think
she was ugly but it happened
tongues eliding stickly prick
gray not in color but feeling.

the shelf it’s simply shoved against
the air with sails, don’t they through
your skin
color pickling
Another gray greening
having seen the night grim ace
moisturizer your face in an embrace with mine our corseted mouths and
jacks advertising themselves as red
I get wanting to clover your eyelids
of spring, I sling into your season, I five-petal you to drift
stir whorls and raisinettes left
when the characters are leathering
machining at boon-poor triplets
a seashell’s amps a map
recoils crowding around me like lit pages I stain so healthily
that it was only that she had Cheezits
Tell the senders no matter how rough the prerogative
my phone is crying drown tears and I cain’t believe it won’t
believe because believe it or not Mississippi was my love
a needed hungry eclipse
were you wrapping your voice in creams
lowest left hand influence. You are milks that haven’t been invented darling
a garage door kick sour mouths
tho he never know it my love is so embarrassing my diary even
I sat down dead drunk small cold and absolutely broke
when are the characters leather
the snake reflective surface
grief ever leaves or does it just forget

You remember the best way to get a hold of me is by pouring gunk in my
smiles
grandstands up on my skin
ah would you date
someone soaking in vinegar
the pollen in mind
and crahed. Pineapples makin out cain’t help me feel a sound
on and on and on my pulse.
cloth angels’ fashions draw
a bin of winks all fluttery
your mouth moved
many tires
then stood stanchion still against my motives
swing their speak against the playground
yet tight against my skull I can feel their influence.
my acne a salute
laminate the wind
with sails
the silver sing of your back
a molten poison
brilliant
the blood frees
into your body the serial
which has specifically parted as if
that the future and present
take my left hand and influence me into those milkbrown eggs
warm oatmeal
My pulse is
nothing like a houseboy

You are a cup and a rigid sinner
of the tire swing that sold itself short when it really wanted to find out where
John Montana’s literary magazine was wondering if you’d like to donate
Anne Carson’s influence
We’re having a fundraiser on Friday, October store.
The schoolyard isn’t very green compared
3 gay men, ages 38, 27 and 23, gather to write an imaginary poem:
I know myself against your dirty trail
happen on a fly
I think of dust how perfumes
a quince tree whistles
itself and then remember water on a beach even in this running
clipped by paired barettes
be questioning my own motives, sent through the future
articulated a hard on pink
hair isn’t that right
The friar realized his error,
all the exercises stand stanchion still and silently
backsongs when I scarred many of us

a hiss or just after I thrash
open to the wings of sun and wingspun
solitude oh there it was it was
a hiss or just after
a cotillion stem
carries out lust
at the bugle festival in a certain morning barn, door
having been
soaking in vinegar a bin of winks all fluttery
wrens try to work on
salt like a fist which anyone could have written
your stunning kingdom by the sea

when I scarred the backsongs we were meant to show
it was a heroin chic the opposite
Violet is not a color you can hide
my smile your black jaw installed along my cheek
our bodies communing a bridge a kiss
I spin myself
both treble and windy gimlet
is a neck of crows how many depends on
Something tight, bitchy and twisted I appropriate,
how many of those are willing to sprint
water accompanies us in and out
all those kitchenettes stuck in her hair

I ask myself about stairs, especially
behind the way peach is, the way language is
scraps of earwig
I hid like a milk tight snake in the morning
against a swift window a trickle
which freezes
its slice against the night
pheasants chill to feel warm after
a marigold river which tries
all the swatted images all the debonair
toes and knuckles rung with marching
it does not memorize.

the shelf it’s simply sliced against
the way a house is swift
the water many of us centered
houses birds,
anything grabbing at praise
pageant-hound grabbits
an outsider and insider as through a sieve
brambles against your nape so often
A pink wart beneath my lowest
sprouts we collided a short tender
constant let it stand
of took and it created for me, you
if human fourteen if a giant
bread warmer basket
among giants windows

A room of purple and white flowers.
They will not apologize.
and in it so many milks milks that haven’t been invented darling not for us
pretty please pie it was dunk a mother
fairground and she really was
a ceiling so long anticipated
I plucked from my nails
shin brackets asleep
calyxes of dentistry
you taught me to love
my dead hunger.
nothing spearmint like life
But had error ever been
what we’ve created apparently here we
said in a circular fashion
birds a rotation of body and shirked sand many of us
against gratis perfumes whirl
with caffeine and sunburn. I am thin
as a tempter. Bees make their own.
or imagination I tell you
it was both
Brown
it was both the flapping paper the brown
gray not in color but feeling the rasp
a reptile
they will not
You are a cup and a rigid sinner

ever been aware of what we were saying unless it was around someone we
loved and we remembered it not so caught almost but calmly jacking much
because we said it but because he was there when we did to collect your
hearts back the sound staggers water’s strange machine along unkempt’s
preen of sleep lay flute-drawn where petals boxcar your eyelids a fly scrubs
its hindlegs tripodic
with seasoning the head is a neck of crows three
articulate hard tines
tithing themselves
as if to escape ribs of
chasing me from inside
a spinning. Shroud, I know nougat
I ate unashamed the minnows
of you last night when a spoonful filled my apartment
of organ music and frequent showers
wearing my acne a salute a date that’s been
a gift certificate to fact. Also, I’m wondering if I can put up a poster for the
event in your This is a Raffle
corner of the store
Don’t be coy I know you have one Thank you
Dark Chocolate Brown
like a milk tight snake in the morning her tenderness
and now with high moon shaking she slacked eyelids like mint
kitchenettes and lost
Arkansas and Miss Sue both tole me Mississippi
is sleeping with Arkansas II believe it or not
they tole me Arkansas II and Mississippi and you know what
I appropriate 2 gray cats 4 crying hinds. Here we cast up, lips together,
to get a hold of me is by pouring gunk in my.
A room hair isn’t that right I am
fingered and in it so memorize.
A pink wart beneath a houseboy and a rigid sinner on
and on and on my knuckles their purple
they will not
It chases me from inside
out
which you call windmills
Light Purple
which you call windmills the beautiful napes of those
deprived of sleep pennies and nickels and chapter books
have you ever thought that someone looked like you and wondered
sadly if in a blackout you made pornography
everything through hiccups
your letters in my skin like miracles
left hand pointer finger knuckle.
many ellipse
Hot Pink
many ellipse water’s strange machine
along flute-drawn sleep
another gray greening
rivers away from being silent together
on another wash stampeded against
tongues of lather
“Nice cool day to be on the hill, isn’t it?”
I get wanting to clover your eyelids
Quietly and I could happen
On a fly on its hindlegs
Lover are you the lamb
Along unkempt’s leap
when I fell dawn through trees in love it stampeded against tongues of lather
was snow packed tight in your iris your brown eyes that changing their
clovers shone man at me and it could never have happened had any of us
landslidish heroines
swift windows and the marigold river that junctures the water cooler.
Your pick ground raisins
change color when they’re out
in a certain a.m. body,
a felt wing left sunning up a barn or jelly sandwich club
bugling, “We were meant to show young perfumes’ lids’
car. Smut memory this doesn’t have to be
like organ music and frequent showers
or doors the color of icewater to let in the most
icicles behind which we pour
miles of mending its
mouth in tatters
unkempt’s tripling leap tripodic
engines cleaning it had been so long my cum
the yellow of snot I ejaculated
in your moisturizer your face in with mine
a corset of mouths and tongues eliding stickity
prick consents to me
a ceiling whistles recognition taut transit
so long anticipated to cite the peacock
it could taste feathergreen thrumping
my mouthnose complex
smiles
mouth in tatters
away from customary crowns.
University of Myers’s local businesses. I can reach me at 717 576 5087 or
john1.myers@umontana.edu.
I’m affliction.