cobalt

HARE EVENT

The meathook who grinds chocolate inside her
the bright bum who blights the hot gum is brighter
who sands and feeds and gloats and bags
his big head is fun and bobs as it grabs
that blond wig is fetching while seagulls are wretching
and the ocean waves viscus in spades.
I browsed past your wedding dot-matrixed in clouds
as officiates blander in verse out loud
saucing baton and metals in phase
I turn to my wife (my wife!) who quietly coughs
and music repentant, I wipe lip boogers on pliant pajamas
I stammer and roll tongue over tooth, my
calcified tastebuds scratch hull of my roof.
Your hips have planned this hairy berry.
I made so many calls trying to find the next bad thing
your wedding dress is what I'm tangled in.