sure as urge becomes purged
i.
what adze to the morning
ices the sun. cloud. he lights
the fuse in refused. foiled.
sure as a jigger’s sleeves slip
a bone will knit
with the usual waul.
this no cat song
no sex call.
once enough drugs have
thawed these elm limbs
they’ll helm wind for an
extended reach
a heavy weight crane
the hoistest with the
moistest in the rain
ii.
sure, happy to lend an eye
so long as I get my glance back
iii
crow-bard dawn
a revel without a caw
lax in the ax grip’s rip
of tender as quilt stitch, cloud
over cloud over moon.
iv.
sawn snore. the long claw of the awwww.
yawns. where can I say they flew?
calf-napped mo oo (hiccupping
into two). the updo is broken apart.
puff, fff, f overstocked. enough.
pat on a cast (honed to level,
topically) of how-sands. in grains
are mortar are structure are
safe and shone at a matte grit
over gore that felt as that
which the vet knew gnawed in
with an exotic moiling son-of-a.
v
who hikes over an acre of
hymen, imbibes equine
pee gin, and evicts fate?
a raj’s djin, lint on a glint
on a facet of love. a zig
and a cig and a zag and a
nah and they’re off,
vi
trailing out with a pout, they
who spat a spout of clowns.
careful with that carful of them
who give of zein selves
vii
the hot of the shower pops
(but not off) a crop of goosebumps
we are each other’s body language
smudged together sopping
comic pages.
viii
last wisdom, my son? never,
in prison call anyone a
goof. tantamount to
choke bait. now scoot.