Summer is not some girl
Ore gone forgone
Sunk
With out even some kind of epiphany
I can easily see her fade
Just the same
Here I am
With a jealous whiskey breathe
Soaked in sugary cream
Soda
Chilled amongst north woods
Winter months
Dazed days
From tomorrow
Minutes
From minutiae
And
I want to fall from a tree
Holding phrenology books
And peanut
Is butter
Of lunches
Brown bags of romance
Sloppy
I have nude hope
Orange rope
Taconite
Pyrite
And wrist rocket
Geography sold wordless
Wordless apostles
Fighting
War
Kissing over trophies
Melancholy Jesuit ideology
To spring hope eternal
Or winter honking
Fallen bosoms
To slumber long and chaotic
Amongst such idle dormancy
Stalling needle smack
From vain face,
Of mercury and madness
Wild souwester
Cluster
Custer
Fucked
Fly
Philosophy like a table top
Or broom handle
Commonplace
As the delusion racket swings eerily
Dim wit bedding
Cacophony
So small in this world
I can not defend myself
The compunction of my own pity
Monstrous
Weakened by a panic
Of unknown purposelessness
Voided trepidationso I must be
Kicking
And screaming
Or sinning
And gleaning
Like the cupboard fucked bare
And the winter waft
Lofting air
Waiting to swallow
My pride
Good lord willing
Willing to die
Ore gone forgone
Sunk
With out even some kind of epiphany
I can easily see her fade
Just the same
Here I am
With a jealous whiskey breathe
Soaked in sugary cream
Soda
Chilled amongst north woods
Winter months
Dazed days
From tomorrow
Minutes
From minutiae
And
I want to fall from a tree
Holding phrenology books
And peanut
Is butter
Of lunches
Brown bags of romance
Sloppy
I have nude hope
Orange rope
Taconite
Pyrite
And wrist rocket
Geography sold wordless
Wordless apostles
Fighting
War
Kissing over trophies
Melancholy Jesuit ideology
To spring hope eternal
Or winter honking
Fallen bosoms
To slumber long and chaotic
Amongst such idle dormancy
Stalling needle smack
From vain face,
Of mercury and madness
Wild souwester
Cluster
Custer
Fucked
Fly
Philosophy like a table top
Or broom handle
Commonplace
As the delusion racket swings eerily
Dim wit bedding
Cacophony
So small in this world
I can not defend myself
The compunction of my own pity
Monstrous
Weakened by a panic
Of unknown purposelessness
Voided trepidationso I must be
Kicking
And screaming
Or sinning
And gleaning
Like the cupboard fucked bare
And the winter waft
Lofting air
Waiting to swallow
My pride
Good lord willing
Willing to die
a salt on a slug
only presence is spark
(petrol atomizer petrol)
petunia in the microwave
crumpet in the ocean
for a starving shark
demolition cartillage
pastry mouth
headed south
on the lip of a missle