Little Creases

Green lights mean take your time. Yellow lights mean go faster. Do you hear the cheese in the styrofoam catacomb? Help homeless people get jobs. Feed me, Seymour! Talent crushes asparagus in the mighty jungle cat habitat. Little creases in wrinkled shirts soothe basted creamed corn apple oblivion satchel moves.

Sometimes It Cries

In some small hole,

A lizard crawls out.

The cockroach says to the donkey,

Don’t step on me,

I have a disability!

Circular squares

Make fun of green bears.

Thank the Lord, have mercy!

Swimming in a dirty pool

Is the past time of grown men

When there are women involved.

Sexuality never owns up.

It cries like a baby sometimes.

Trial Size

Sloping down and then back up, like a speeding truck, I am searching for your love. Transubstantiate, lift then push, then go all out, a mystery solved, doubts soothed, memories calmed, nightmares called what they are. Do you dream at night? I do. I fly through the sky on my back, steering with my feet. Trial size.

Release

Smooth skin belly button shin thigh high

Belief runs backwards. Two in one.

Conquered by temptations. Closing

Perception. Inebriated by fantasy. Raw

Footage runs circles in my head. Apple

Drawn cookie dawn old freedom release.

Sprinkle

Home knee mock twist ain’t map topple

Bridge buckle languish tainted embellish

Rewind beneath order cardinal sprinkle

Noir meat every beat raucous mantle in

Proxy triple never theology freezing old

Lengthy

Walking in limelight. Calling to tether. Following tonight. Ranging all over. Closing a burp. Striving for lengthy ballistics. Couch time running clock heads. Believing in mustard space. Cackling among vegan apples. Battle.