You put something out there and it goes
into the bulk; like sheer for jello, go on, then
tell us about the bold zephyr that blows
making its way back to the land of men
there, now, little one: “but I can’t, love,
it’s happening again!” What? you’re on
the bottle, turning grass to hash? shove
them in, take a turn, now, and you’ll be gone
But to something different, i imagine; something like this but minus the weight; this is the physics i hope to escape. I see you looking older and older; you’re a grown woman, sister, even if everybody around you makes you look like you’re in diapers; make no mistake about it: you are young and they are old—on their way, now, to his abyss
But if i told you I threw out my shoulder
trying my darndest to get ready for You,
love that enters without the world over,
being what I am, what, lass, will you do?
I’m from the border country? But, alas, say it ain’t so. Most recently I hail from the state of Georgia—cold outside, all the whites move south, toward Florida; i’d like to get out of the city if I can—but you love it here, I understand.
We’re going to some great event in
the sky—I’m coming back, saving, that,
well, the person that I was hears the din
gives up the makeup that flies like a bat
blasting the past with its acrobatics,
i think of you thinking of me on Dr. Pepper
making me think of my supercilious ticks,
the soda the vestige of the heavens i prefer
i feel that I’m on the edge of something
everything is loopy, formerly psychotic,
and totally grand: watch out for the king
watch out, too, for his fundamental trick
using your bottom to screw your way
out of this; peanut woman; peanut butter
sex in the shower—to the end of day,
i think, mostly, of the skin, lo, that I prefer
I aim, without knowing it, for the mountain
top, crying out for salvation, I can’t stop
myself from making great financial gain
off the king and his honky tonk slop
Look, Indiana, they raped me, too; heading to the quickie food joint—want to relive my childhood. Making every possible mistake and doing it on purpose! that’s what gets my goat; You did it all intentionally, and then you gloat!
Troublesome waters, flesh by the pound, go down Indianna, cracking his whip—carrots replacing my walking sticks; look shoreline, missus, thinking of you: racist underbelly of the emotions I knew
Love me a little less—it happens, people do (or don’t) but hell-fire and fire-storm, I’m here, now, with my walking replacement, thinking, behemoth, of the love I spent
trying above all, to raise the heathen roof,
what are you doing on television, my face
appears between the bars, what spoof?
what skit is this? You screwed his grace
with your heathen mind, making me look
like a loser when I was falling behind,
can’t help the ugly look on my sober book:
the face I announce when i lose my mind
looking at me, you can tell—i’m not all
here (or there, if you will) living, as i do
partially there (of here, if you want) call
the midwife, darling, getting you a few
seconds in tow that you might could use
thinking, darn-it, shaky hand that i abide
look at the size of Jackie’s purple bruise
wearing it with acupuncture and the tide
moods of her man, how she feels inside
thinking then, in your voice, caterwauling, nasal, high pitched—my life, my choice. Ignorant mama, thinking she knows me—I’ll get you elected in my very own good-forsaken way, evil mind, here, at once, at play
writing music, love, into the bulk, decompose the address of this His song, loving me tidy, loving me forever, look at my funny Puerto Rican screw; won’t I put it too her when He’s down for the count
but, wait, lo, she’s offended, and I gather
with good reason, too, vertigo, let me know
it’s the fire side chat that I must defer
since lookie, here, my conceit is a go
got you on the line, now, under the mistle
toe, kiss my noble doughnut shaped trunk
looking to the future, grim look i gull,
playing matchmaker with Semtex i thunk
blowing up the hull, scuttle my butt, when
dear heart, are you coming for me?
looking forward to something that’s a ten
when, lowdown, I’m handsome as zen
look away, dear friend, from the size of
my brain—think me intelligent, for you,
i insist, and not, lo, to those I don’t love,
what did i miss out on? what did I accrue?
a collection of seashells, gems and stones, baseball cards, comic books, bubble gum wrappers—arrowheads—what i look over is what I love; i love You, my darling, and I love you, too—little one paying, time out of mind, for the college she made when he glued her behind
shut-up, tick-tock, you crazy metronome! I hear them typing in the measures they protest: heart murmur, angel, I detect you, a little, like all the rest: love me or leave me, you were never here—down for the count, I’m in the clear