Wearing a Wood Shirt

The oxford shirt
that the cartwright made

sweeping
and belt metal strapping

around
my barrel chest; and less

and less,
and less the space inside


I died
from crush descendt

on stuff
inside the torso

however
tailored the wrong thing was

To Summer

Asleeping
on a conveyance
to summer
somewhere on an horizon
or to a pool there
or to the sun
where all heat and fusion
for parsecs in all directions
lives, emanates from.
or to a Goodyear '
or to a good year
or a good month

Run Amok Animus

However subfusc you say
or lusty this or smoldering eyes
but eyes only, this animus
that goes unchecked

However the dead creature
reanimated to smirk only
to send signals only and not
hold thee

for still dead arms still
side burns and 1997 hair
& sensibilities