Their Blurred Parts Acceptable
September 30, 2016 § 1 Comment
mixed up with
my black socks my wife’s
blue panties
fumbling with
the ham the crows use
their different voices
the fence is the gap
in the slats we forget
our manners
campground
we’re all quiet for
the evening bird
between dreams
what’s left of
the hard-on
the phone in
my office tells me
I’m on night mode
because he’s
green I can’t
kill the fly
my hands nowhere
to put them except
my hands
chicks walking
their dogs their skirts
high on their thighs
muff
diving the left
prefrontal cortex
how do you
spell tongue
my wife asks
everything
clean there’s nothing
to do
the white
parts of the cat
move quickly
the breeze
that brings
a hot wind
the actresses
their blurred
parts acceptable
how can I
be hiding if you
know where I am
the fat girl
doesn’t get
a cigarette
I decide
upon
a pistol
witch hazel
kelp
horse chestnut
discount shopping
the future is cheap
and heavy
raspberry
sorbet the spoon
is deep
a year at
the station my bag
in the locker
my black
pants the fly
turns green
our wives
the cone of
silence
as we
depart the raven
at last
duties
use a
pen
the hot springs
Russians talk about
America in Russian
teenage
girls their teenage
boys
when you look
at ants you see
other things
a tiny
pool too hot
to touch
the patches around
the house the rain
doesn’t get to
I’d rather speak
to your pussy
in person
a thunderclap
and the sun
comes out
my cat he’s
different than
my other cat
she can’t describe
the thing that
pierced her toe
the police
arrest
the geese
people in
costumes shop
for costumes
it is raining
but it’s not
raining now
I don’t want
to get Hungarian
drunk either
on the way home
I see a man pee
in his bathroom
we have
a lot of
helmets
he seems to be
everywhere
the winter fly
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