Champions

Give us a sweet smile
or there will be consequences.

Even if you are a prominent
folkey with a lazy eye,

and new beard, cerulean
and white stripped shirt.

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Orthogonally, as if Sidious
had know it for some time.

Intuited one standing
and a hundred ways around.

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If the face is less the heart is waning.

If the sweater vest the heart is waning.

If the mimosa glass is empty
the brunch is still going.

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Children are out of the question.
Loving them confused
with thoughts of loving them.

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I am fucking optimistic
love does that.

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The trees have made a cage like
loving living in the forest.

The bitch splice of dirt
and animus and sunlight.

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Horizoning, as always.

Chamberlight in dusk like
we were fucking
champions.

Leslie

The littlest aspect of
wearing what you want to wear,
never moving your fingers
more than you need to.

Action to prehensile nub
then to ligature.


of a mind meet. Paper
back in the butt pocket.
Displacing tee shirt up
around the waist.

Something like
what Kerouac did
but each day.


If you saw no lack
of farming in the old houses,

or wore ribbons in your
bilious hair and knew Ludd,

then it would still be cold
in Detroit in the winter.

And everything has an
appropriate time of harvest.