Straight Through

Waiting with
a bated anticipation for
symbols

—an act now gone,
with it's erect and stifling terror

when
as if a blunted glitter,
seems suddenly then
not so long.

These isolate
and shaded centers

are like a lonely goldenrod

Being Responsible (tentative)

These veins run blood
and cinnabar
in Victorian fleets
of automata
slipping ceaselessly into your golden sunsets.

and it's pooling in a bruise
is red

like magnets drawn
to ferrous chests
and double breasted
suits.

Children are dead
children are dead
Happy days are here again.

The laceration I sustained
while cycling from your stupid home

has, over time, resolved into a scar
on my protruding ankle bone.

[Oh even though]

Oh even though
you go, quite slow
—ly and you snow
is holy snow

your tender form
is wholly low.

The carbon char
around the hole
is what you leave
and what you sow.

So surfacing
the main plateau
from underneath
the tidal flow

sprouts a flowering
black pilcrow

if just to show
another show
another space
it will outgrow.

Just now, you know
it's all aglow
and like a Scandinavian floe
whose ice has turned about

in woe, we know
that we should grow
and we should be throughout.

[Everyone has ugly thighs]

Everyone has ugly thighs
and ugly calves
and no surprise.

[there is a calm to my sweaty]

there is a calm to my sweaty
drunken fumbling
always coming.