The Tomorrow
I don’t ken
to beauty
But you’re
very beautiful
Doxy
doxy
Sun on water
and your
Purple fingers
shuttling my
Vices the world
is a wedding
My love
not ours
But the
whole thing
To which we
keep returning
Giftless and
shame faced
When asked
to dance
Most of my
battle damage
Has healed
but I am
Awash the
alarm
Is turned
off
Heaven is
for victims
Or
nobody
Grass
grass
Tulips
or what
Ever or
iginal mania
The birds
see farther
Than we
they’re
Known
for that
Daisies
and your
Messy hair
the small
Rain down
can rain
Venus
Venus
Especially
when low in
The sky
so I can
Reach it
with my hand
Is a product
of time like
Everything
else
The death
of suns or
Our little
lights
Grace by star
by loot by shore’s
Crash bleed me
perfect
Cybele chases
Attis around
The
room
Too much
goodness
Is a boom
erang
The beloved’s
breasts Houdini’s
Chains harbor
and polish
Me once
more with
That dis
asterous
Smile with
your little
Gold
ring
And the 4th
of July will
Never be
fun again
Without a
bouquet of
Stolen
flags
The last half
acre of Hades
Is re
served
And the sun
is the most
Personal im
personal
Thing
going
Going
puts the
Bite
back
Into
me
