my fast floating conception of what is
reel, egged on by the Bros, and
uncomprehending egg stones,
torching the rind.
I amsolutely fail to follow confusion,
I bow to none other than my own
discreet snake, I would want no other––
rubber duckie, wet mistake.
Hopeful infirmary, older plankton,
the edges are holding steady,
the sea rises and still we bicker,
cooking in ovens of our own desire.
How could you hire the hirsute,
penniless dancer for the greatest
moment of my life,
mad saints party striptease,
we set nachos on fire and
declared amnesty from mistakes.
Musty mistress, we are one,
hot dog exegesis, relish––
Mustard dripping from my bored hand,
medical masque ball, doctor Smock.