1. WHAT KIND MAN THROWS A DOG INTO TRAFFIC
Obama play on
Play on your sewn
Accordion of asthmatic pollen
Does white sand inquire wheezing
Of the distance of bats to the
arbor?
Midnight is a ladder to be
learned by couturiers.
Obama, why can’t I bring myself
to clean my house?
Why does the iced coffee taste
like 6-shooter dreams?
Like extracting liquid oxygen
from a hollowed cantaloupe
The number of powwows grows
larger
Eating the threnody out of a
dissected belly—
I am the morning’s sharded
synecdoche of burnt sugar.
I am the King of Beta club.
Let yr 5’ O’Clock shadow grow
into a facticity.
I lullaby labia into a
dumbwaiter.
Hollow Hallelujah!
Gaunt porticos fuck folding the
palimpsest of fans.
Chlorophyll wanes, shirred
shriven in origin.
The satin simile is a still life
Coiffed with motion.
2. FEATS OF ADORABILITY
Obama you are a feat of
adorability.
Not Sleeping well is a feat of
adorability.
Arguably one could program the
brain to fight cancer
Or not have a gag reflex.
Being Proud is a feat of
adorability.
Going on a honeymoon is a feat of
adorability.
Son of a bitch.
It was a long time ago.
My goodness what a robust young
lady you are.
Well goodness gracious it is good
2b outdoors.
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