from I’m a Cassowary You’re a Cassowary Too
Energy of coincidence
grows ever stronger
I watch Sissy
Spacek blue-eyed
monotone travails
“Why are you always
walking ahead of me”
Cassowary I could
ask you the same
Hell is full of brunettes
with lovelier
faces than mine I’m
shallow tonight and
often
Sleep
through rain Eat
bad cake Salt
grass The magic
of our terrible
world is that we can
eat cucumbers whenever
we want My brothers’
waxed hairless
backs Me plucking
away at my face
Cassowary cares not She’s
feathered with purpose
The harlot’s red car parked
across the way
We like her
When doing dishes
I hear the best songs
High to low
syncopated dirges
for daydreamers
Cassowary
they are songs
you’d like
Emily
Tetherow said “I want him
to owe me something”
I gift you Cassowary
that something Carrion-
scented flower beside
my bed all purple and spiky
phantom meat To smell
like meat in the
thinning morning That’s it
What I want Cassowary
All fresh Unhandsomely free
No you may not see the horse
you also may not ask about it
What’s stronger
than you is an ambush
of what you once knew
Colliding Cassowary
in my backyard
My ass more
delicate Aqua
sea foam green
polyester Rhinestoned
floral scarf in tones
of brown Red velvet
Men everywhere Bonnie’s
toenail moon
Lagunitas because I love that song
What do you smell
like Cassowary a cow
a horse fowl something
new or old I never did get close
enough Cassowary get close
get close to me and touch
I sleep too much
I sleep all the time I eat
I eat fruit too My dog
eats fruit we all do
Women
Women I love them In sitcoms
they run after
each other when they
cry
If you drink too
much they pass you
a glass of water under the toilet
stall door you know
them only by their hands
Manson Girls
Who picks them up
Around here hitchhikers
look like Charles
Manson I had
my first dream about here:
sleeping under a blanket of water
ocean flooded
to produce
a dead body
I was scared thinking
I’d awake with the body
atop me On top
of the water In my green
bed I’m pathetic trying
to understand
the automotive industry
Which high heels
to keep which to sell
Deco lavender
suede an obvious
candidate for both Even
my baths are lavender Even
my tea When I see a girl
who looks
like Charles Manson—
but girls
never look
like that