particular tokens of little. your wizard hat is great chaos
ascending. my dress, scattered lustre. i have been writing
a harp machine for your new tongue. and let my thighs pour into
air
birds that fly back from the night
the cinema of your lips
_______________
Now You Say I Hold The Key
of course I do
my foot hooked to this bar stool
brain
drooling
shot glasses stacked
like poker chips
I’m a burglar
with a calisthenic soul
I have a crooked face
and a large milky bed
you can rest there
still as a toy
and in the morning
I’ll put on my white dress
and wash your skin
we’ll be eggs
fat as generals
solid as blood
we’ll be each others trigger-
happy punctuation
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Not Poem Hands)Little Anything With Hands
your star eyes
hook me
but
continue
because no circling winks are lost
wanted –
a sun world
that creates the temple
of mushy want poems
more
shrinking beers &
I wrote this one
to the boy with the mini
belly button ring
his nodding face on my back
everything cube & cool
_______________
Once
he asked
where have u been?
beneath us the moon is giving it away
to water
& shiny things gently fold in
upon themselves
has something beautiful happened?
only upstream
your tree shouldered
slopes
are being coded with black silver
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