[077]
10/20/2010 09:07 p.m.

Halo on your right hand chickadee,
your working sumbitch effort never bothered me,
cause eat your bread and eat a bit of steam,
a chompachomp you'd better damn well disagree.

you see his face all mangly moony too big too small
all sweet as punch and stupid smart as all the days
we long? he's plumb drunk and not touching her while
she sobs and sobs and fearing for his livelihood
between. blunt about her sex life and blunt about
her future, she misses the old ways: the resounding
cry of failing institutions means nothing to her now.
Life, she says, takes entirely too much effort to keep
on living, like she'd never kill herself but dear God
is she tired even when she sips on withered coffee
and struggles to make friends. women regularly hate
other women now there's no common cause. otters on your
thighbones, yessiree, beetles on your hips slurp slurp.
one time there were animals the kind like no one else
for real ever gets to see and everything gets harder
and harder but this weekend must be easy and this
weekend must be clean. now there's a good excuse: go on!
live a little on the instep. he tears apart these beepers
and bedecks himself in burn ups.

flopping all along the sidelines kerlunk as fat slaps
the cold hardwood, she lays her down in the sweet
confidence, roundy and whole and oversexed, who said no?
not i, not i, so quote -- holding handfuls of belly,
holding handfuls of belly, who's stupid? you're stupid.
be charming, sweet innards, be safe absolved and grow up
faster. he never ages and remains confused as she grows
old, little boy you are ageless and vantageless, a
simple pretty being with no proper title or categorization.
eat it if you must. bite it if you must. continuous
repetitions of common verbs and a distinct lack of to-be
in a whole list of to-do's. everything smells of vinegar
and baking soda, and so does everyone, oh hey, that's an
excuse. tight clothes and button knows, hot sauce and
apfelsaft. leggies peaking out the underbelly, have you
seen? a terror and a warthog if'n e'er there been. a daily
on a dally oh you sweetest queen, i swear upon my scalpel
that you need no spleen.

who's a daffodil oh pretty babe? you spin a seed around
come each new day, and lay it on the fur of lamb and pup,
awaiting for the birds of pray to eat 'em up.

come reach me now the sky to push away, the steeping of the
tea and then the quay, with fingers touching tendrilly
therefor we pray, black toes black knees black fingertips
do come astray.

boyface, you're a mangy motherfucker i'll tell you what, with
your dirty feet and hair shorn half-assed like with a spoon,
I can tell you's smart but I can tell you's stupid too for
all at once. Your back pockets are falling apart and out fall
stories and your eyes are big with es-tee-you-pee-eye-dee
STOOPID. didn't your mama never teach you to wash your face,
zip your fly, tuck in your shirt, and show respect to ladies?
can't you keep a schedule or cook your own damn food?