I’VE GOT 2 PLASTIC HELMETS. I USED TO HAVE 1
we roped pots & pans to our calves galloped
east then west mock trials we are guilty in
honesty we fall down crunked on some-
thing speedy & unpronounceable he’s jamican
not african i think of you constantly i stutter
in buffoonery boyhood forebear superintendent thighs
she knows my ticklish why I tote in I’s
panic attack during the matinee
we soak our officialdom in honey mustard
pigroll belly-up in it cheers to backwash
i pet the dog & the dog barks twice
my hands attach to arms that’s what they tell me
the lesbians blare big band across the street
peddle walkie talkies framed stamps of elvis
elvis slept w/ 1000 ladies before Pricilla. died.
i use street signs as monkey bars
undergarments tophats
i am merely putting on my pants
the contractor plows driveways
lifts shed with metal claw
thanks
cuticles pushed down the roof meat pens
i am in a corner
in the cornerstore
begging
saying hello
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