*Poetry — July 26, 2017
have you met. ever
her, the androgynous here&now
—as in Time & Space—
facefucking
rhythmless, interrupted hacks & wet Chins
it was cosmic
on a hill / blasted with wi-fi
I chased monarchs
through a field of violet thyme
telling you this, my docu-self
huffs a red sharpie and carves on you an X
YOU ARE HERE
YOU ARE HERE TOO
against awkward space&time
voyeur—stunted & schlaffed
out in crud, your fingers swell like angel
out in crud, your fingers swell like angel
cake in my mouth / Sputum River plays
I learn not to gag, and the tears
I cry, “im sew happy bb :)))” gd bless
we have, at least, each other’s / company (“alimony” sp?)
your Jeep parked outside my barn, the Port & crustacean in your hands / you shouldn’t
have…you shouldn’t have…
—Earlier
I said field of thyme / with an “h”
as in yew-man & yew-bris & yew-mid
as in yewman yewbris in the yewmid afterrain heat
dilates the mind
a door swelling shut into its jamb
like an ingrown toenail
it should hurt you
it should hurt you
Originally published in No Tokens Issue No. 5. View full issue & more.