Concubine diploma gender no gender
Space Needle bitchery Seattle suit
panties so white
I want your pussy while I clamp
a magnolia blossom to your mouth
and grab you from behind—
but maybe it is me now. Or always.
Can you spit in my mouth?
It is dry.
I spread my hole for you
for you to
put something in it.
Your horse is embroidered.
Mine is fair. I don’t know
whether you can see her.
There in the lower valley,
on the border of (storm-clouds).
Large horses are after her;
they want her fire. / Your horse is fire.
She likes to praise, she prances.
My horse is wild. She runs.
She will run into the wilds.
Can she see the rainbow?
She is a falling girl, so proud.
Ursula-Anna was beautiful. That’s what I learned.
She shed her clothes for this woman/nonwoman.
Can you see her and my horse (her lover)?
chief outliner chief
smear-cap at the night
on the stand, everybody lied
it came back, it bled
the image was a passenger
whiter than us all
they said no one would believe it
we needed to debate this
I heard them
“dot dot dot dot” (& confess the)
“list list list list”
Leonardo, you made it all up
Tonight I feel like one million eggs in the psych ward.
Very come on. Very my backless gown and my hairy
legs. So let’s polish the body. Let’s baste the turkey.
You and I have one hundred dollars and a fair die.
So let’s spend it here. We won’t be glowering at a lake
forty years from now and blaming each other. We will
know where to get gunned. And if the garbage chute
is the truer meaning (after all) I think it is amazing.
O baby, gut the house and get back to me.
3. “A very private matter, sir”
Have we concluded?
You and I were old enough to hold weapons.
These gleaming tips.
This rugged exercise.
I could say,
we’ve got to tilt the ballet, Dorothy,
make a chair out of our fingers
and draw them fangs, a cloak over their buttons.
But they don’t want us to fix it.
I’ve had an epiphany but I don’t think you appreciate that/what it means. It happened in your ear. You were leaning over and looking out the window. I whispered to you, there is nothing more beautiful than you in this moment. You were under the traffic light, looking out at the glass windows of the cathedral. I said I don’t remember you, where were you born? Do you love me? We were fucking in the taxi. I said I will go back in time and find you. You were wearing a red dress. It had to be red. I don’t remember the next part. One day I was running in the forest and I heard something. It was a grackle. I don’t even know what that sounds like. I was reading Thoreau’s Walden. I had school the next day and you made me miss my assignments. I am always having that dream. I don’t remember your thigh even though it was right next to mine. On top of it. I was supposed to be working. There was a helicopter, and a beach. There is more to this one than I can remember.
Desire is this feeling:
It’s like climbing up
I don’t think I
can ever stop
without you running into
the dark of me.
Paved roads or highways. That’s what most
of us dreamed of… to get in the car and go
somewhere. A vacation or destination.
Family outing on the beach. Drive to the
mountain. Ride on the Ferris wheel. The
larger the better, of course. Except for this
one little one. He was such a perv.
Daydreaming of affairs in the middle of the
woods. Sitting nowhere doing nothing.
Making a stump speech by himself. The
parade went by. He missed his station. It
would be his death, or most of it.
I’ve been thinking, this is how you fool time.
With parades. Parade floats. People seeing
sitting watching. So many sections. And
much like religion. How do you believe it
all? Beelzebub dragons begat Disney begat
Puff dragons. But not on them. Smoking
watching. Over the railing of love. Oh, the
lazy river. The streets are empty, except for
a few blocks crammed with people. Ants on
a jetty. At Rio the Carnival would wear you
out. It wasn’t like that on the water. There
was just one, cool breeze.