hey, party-man, pretty boy in plaid, this is the lone ranger, dressing up in drag; you want to be a woman? not exactly that—but, on occasion, yeah, if it helps me shut my trap.
Tonto, my injun, on the horizon:
kind of hard to see—riding due west—
what does love say? in from the cold?
Always be good, and always do your best
my true love is spilling out at the seams
my ambition, for her, reeks like perfume
applied, do tell, to cover up the smoke
a past that sucks up what’s left in the room
when i swipe away on my cell phone
body of all bodies—eat enough for me
might start eating lunch (to be less alone)
you can lose weight in your forties, don’t be
mad at us; we want what’s right for those we
suss, rhythm changes direction, goes this
way and that: ride in on a heart murmur,
leave town for good once you give me a kiss
you’re back and glad to have you; everything i said, apparently, I’ve turned on its head, so i stand like a chump, invalidated. And yet everything i touch surely turns to gold—and you, my darling, can drive me to school -
now the muckity-muck start digging through my stool, passing through my body, don’t i pull myself together? to make room for a partner?
climate controlled apartment, i read a little, now, between the sheets; can’t see to do, to you, what I’d do, to them: but you are them—something that only they would accept; i mean all this fucking, i’m going straight to hell,
you’re really fucking funny—so tell me,
are you down? I don’t think I am, but I
don’t know what you want: to be degraded
(me talking to Him) or to live in the sky
a life—a sex life, to be exact—a lot
less complicated; that’s what I have to
offer, just me and my hunch: i bought
a silver dollar, got molested by lunch
crazy woman—your ambition makes me
proud, as if you are a reflection of Him,
a strange combination, said the sentry,
i see you in my mind’s eye, things look grim
chewing on the fat—bringing it all home
to them. won’t you love me darling, but you
remind me of something else: thinking
of all or nothing—pains of torture i screw
maybe you wouldn’t like to be treated
the way I’d like to treat you: loco winner:
loco loser stuck, for now, in the bush
i’m a man of many talents—sinner
be damned; mistreat my Maga lady -
rough and tumble mama, far from His flesh
don’t know how to stay in love: carpet
bagger zoo. i fight for the Union, He
sends you his best; funny lady taking
over—mistreat us now, force us to vote
yellow all around you: can’t fuck your brains,
body wrapped around me, murder she wrote
Speaking to my animus: predator within,
feeding, what have you, on a dollop of gin,
so you like to drink a little, i see it in your
cheeks: ruddy as the new year, take me in
to your body—i respect your position
vying for control of how we raise the
kids: You’re a woman on a mission -
let you into my life: back on the prowl
you nearly cost me my life,