one man explodes forest fires. another dies licking
a piggy bank worth a
paranoid housewife. strawberry lips
giggling dust bunnies to the clouds-
he’s got forty dollars in his pocket
worth time with southern gentlemen.
ouzo. self-help books, too.
spread and whisper to themselves.
we’re on a
road to a dead end, to the
wildflower mating fields
making out with
so i sometimes worry
i’m going to smell like insects to
my sex life
a ship. a rooster? a furbee!
presents my reflection
to the sky as a sun-dial,
a tense game of transference-chairs
with ego, taking shit seriously,
around the patio
i want to rest in the 1800s
with fairy godmothers
as a crescendo of
nail-salon, tacky like
congregated people stained sheep-herding.
equals dysfunctional family all together.
)exlovers, exfriends, exfamily, magnetize yourselves
around a greeting card.
draw a flower, say you will.
ram into my bumper car with
negative energy weather.
throw leeches at my dumb ass.