not so fast, banana-fana-fo-fanna go, then, into space, and wreak havoc on the love you misplaced, when, as a child, you made a mess in His pants watch the hanging man dance—hung from a tree, as opposed to the gallows, his neck broken for free
too many magazines - no respect for my poetry, which, like a demon-lover, smokes out the oxygen, and a fire con-sumes us all? no, little sister, diamond in the rough, i’ll be the first to shave your maidenhead,
comatose lover think i know the type, but she’s com-pletely alive—if not my type. if i can’t love a real person, i might as well love someone else thinking, mostly (for now) of a cat on the shelf, keeping himself to himself
remorseful in a pinch, but, really as it were
i live to be corrected by those that i love,
flattery gets me nowhere, what to prefer?
so many choices, missing you, hereof
again, hang-man dancing, he made a choice
now He chooses cruelty, passed on to us,
left to make sense of no one to rejoice,
since we let it happen—left him infamous
when the dog came to preach let me cool off with my tongue—come here and get some; thanks, but no thanks, Your love is too expensive i bought it for free so came lit-tle johnny, a poisonous apple seed
would you even know if i loved another? I think you’d feel something and take it out on him, thinking, as he does, that you don’t really love him, not enough, anyhow, to raise a family
go along for the ride—that’s the offer I
made; the sun holds us for ransom, dawn
settles in. Moments of glory, flowery eye
you smell like something You’d like to get on,
what, me? this is my extended family,
you can’t force me to feel something i don’t
forget the dog-preacher, and his homily
i fly like an eagle, but you tell me you won’t
stubbornness, love, is not a quality
contrary to what our daughter might think
live long enough: by then, you’ll love me
hangman dancing, blue-balled at the brink