Prismr of Love
I am all a lizard
plated muscle
adjusts and I like
I lick it
I like sunlight
deliberate
but scourge of the pallid
makes pink red
sours eyes
but my dizzied
my darling
whole lion
one wonders why am I
mugged or mugger
again my wallet sucks
my holes have holes halve
to avoid
to void to hole up
for a while w/baby
for the winter
a day’s rubbery
that makes flowers dubious
and the ground glad
because an elastic life
it’s an elastic life
because spring
like
combats the silvery
w/its temperature
till the summer fluster us
I let my rock
flex its muscle
which gleamy muscle’s
me
Let Go Swimming
fairies are space
between us and natch
which is the most
invisible?
the mysterious, like
wet fire
where but it’s air
full air
the full air between plants and people
feelings
on the leaf
or the sunset feelings
the thoughts of a mountain
puts a perspective
or how water makes it calm
like a sob is being done for us
all the glit
that outlines the silhouette
light is special
when there isn’t a baby
the body is halfsies
it’s not fairies
fairies are money
I’m A Ninny
Someday my punishment will come
like a hamburger skidding down
a zinc countertop.
How still we’ll be
me lollipopped on my paunchy stool
some bun stacked red with the glam of death
what was made for me is mine.
Oh last night the priest in the mirror said
You were lovely but you were bad
the doorhinge pinched my hand.
I sang Who am I that ye condemn us
the door Pity pity babe repent
thou’art flickering yet art thyself
I have not read the signs but have been told
whereto they jab. Hunger
or what I want to be hunger roils
in what I want to be my belly but
is not, I go forth ravenous and stay
out past the patience of my fellows
pivoting in the glow of the juke corner
humming on a buddy’s shoulderblade, oh who’ll
pity me if what undoes me is so nice.
If I’m warmed by heat that rises from my scrapes.
If my medicine is fetishes, you ask
where it hurts and my slow smile spoils my There
no cure for who I was but who I am.
Lovely Heart
I leave my wallet on the lawn
then my heart changes
blue wire in the grass
red wire yellow wire sic
my brother Sam
make sparkles
break
born clean
but got dirt on though
a money holds me
home and house together
else my home’d
fit in my mother
clipped grass does wet
tally on my bare leghairs
certainly green my wet
wallet
housed feels
skulled uh
opinions
I can buy carelessness
but I can’t unimplicate that action
oh and I can’t buy freedom
but I can denude my wishlist
and get just
very personal
with my favorites
I don’t know
is polyamory anticapitalist
or is it she said greedy
I said sure
and generous
so generous
as to take the self apart
to lie under my lovers fucking
being like
it’s what it’s like
to be a back