Fishing with Poppa's Pole

I paperclip my
heart to your catch. Poor snapper:
its dung is a noose

Unravel

if you shun the wung,
the wungpile backs up if D-
NA shuns its rung

Plumbing: An Allegory

if sandwich fits in
a sandwich bag, that sandwich
is not big enough

A Rough Morning

behind the wall of
jejunum, last night's thai. Here,
coffee grinds itself

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grapseed smear on a
wedding day garter. Bakla-
va, my goddamn ass!

A Decades-Old Drez Dream

George tumbles from bed,
a butthead goat falling from
Andalucia

Art in a Boathouse Bathroom

Father's curved like a
stork's neck. Mine, the crocodile
hunting with noseplugs

Father Kills a Porcupine with a Tire Iron

in his skid, its mark.
Expulsion is the wheezing
of a spindled monk

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Minimalism.
Only you and the bowl. An
echo moves to tears.

Motivation is
the key to being human.
Don't layer your seat.

Kobe Tosatsu

never knew that a
cow could be hooked like a fish.
What mushrooms grow from...

Blue in the face

Wind is cheap - coats the
hole transparently leaving
sour froth of mind.

My Ex-Lover's Cannibalistic Dessert Fetish (Necro Shitto)

George is frozen: a
mint cryogenic blast in
a Dairy Queen cup

Tunguska In My Pants

A weapons of mass
destruction comes in the form
of beat borscht. Tootski!

After the Barbecue on My Father's Fishing Boat, or, The Ocean is My Shezzer

like a pig fallen
overboard, trotter-bound breast-
stroke. Wallow. Wallow.

The Sacred Sacrum of Cosmia

Pangaea clogs An-
dromeda's septic. It's not
just the stars that shoot

Who Are We Who Ride These Machines?, or, The Water Voices Who Betray Us

like butter, we churn.
The sea air kisses the most
metal parts of us

Sunday with Papa, the Weather Turning

the early gleam of
another fish. We shit plaid
because it warms us

Split Pea Routine

Humid. Plastic wraps
heavy handed breath tight to
my skin. Scratch and sniff.

1945: Picnic, we feast on

melon and grain. Bees
give flowers to the sky. For
awhile, nothing drops.

Tidal Slaves

the finned dukedom of
the brownside darter lies in
every tsunami

For You, Little One

smelly? Not enough!
An elephant is not big,
but elephantine