 
awkward obvious gawk down your shirt
jerk-off fable, saved and raided lately
soothe me or cut me loose
(“click” says the camera)
ban my boy voice
it is poison
liquor-slicked lips wrapped cumbersome
around tomorrow’s sorry worry words
rule me or ruin cruelly
(“zizz” says the electron)
we can’t learn things
my wings burn
OFFICIAL USE ONLY:
You are summoned
Bring your only self
And no other
Or your twin
I’ll resume the poem:
there once was a man from Austin
a city he got lost in
the weed was okay
he couldn’t stay
but at least it wasn’t Des Moines
No, really:
see? my clown show howl, show me your
round skin facing down now
lurid words hurry up
(“crack” says the match)
ripe, bright ass-things
pass along tonight
so
old cats along the fence
along the girder of moon and fog
tumble to dark
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