bangs the glass,
breaks the chair
sings birthday funny fatjoke ensemble
sound of seashells wetter than before.

Sangria invites us to collide,
contrast, compose and rearrange
on the beetle phone.

lonely like why the fuck would I
call her my wife, eat that bagel,
ondulate the door bell, want more,
bite your toe, become a shrimp farmer,
eat chicken of the sea?

I'd rather keep them
in a zipclasped handbag
before I've lost my part
breathing on ice cubes;
voices where there are no faces.

The same as the night you took a shit in my bed.

Latch body donor program
in the attic answering service,
flutes that sound the ice
cream man and drench in maple syrup.

had all four wisdom teeth removed,
blue cheese and cheddar,
constant suppuration from the canal,
a new niche against medical advice
(AFIB, irregular heart beat).
The strangest drink
I've ever had in along time.

Crow shading the tea cosy,
accident free almost every day
scares a spooky boy just like you.
It wasn't enough to be an evasive weasel
saving presents that were shut, shat, and stamped
out before the fire ever began to blaze.
a penny wealth of snobs,
the worst being over when
shaking hiccup storms out
stays up until dawn
petting the cat simon
starting where you left
where we parted
beginning
the end