dog catcher

hounded by sharp barks
from disembodied heathen mutts
I cage my heart away in a quiet cabaret
waiting for the dog catcher's whistle
luring leering Labradors from my door
in a cruel but clever trap of nets and needles

Sleeves

Nearing unappetizing bowled curds,
I steal a glance at your wide-eyed wonderment
wondering, will she look?

Vision wheels my way, sent by trained muscles
In the neck, blood flows to the most important parts
of the brain, the m...(al)most important starts to say:
hola churra, vamos al tu cama?

pero, en lugar digo:
'Paseo conmigo,
chica.
Comeremos el pato
en un concierto de--el estadio,
y! y! se calentará las mangas
negras en el el sol.'

And our sleeves were warm.

Deleterious Mutation

Hats off to square couches staring out of black televisions
turned off
sex-drives driven in parent's cars channeled through hands holding
limbs like holding chicken's fingers

if in back wash rooms during short times
sported a few minutes, a look of defiance
melting away in the worn and warped mirror
cracked porcelain sinks hold red blotches on the interior
of course dropped in clean sappy raindrops dripping down
the flow quickly is stopped up

his stare glances at the yellow felt glove
battered and lined with thick strips
stripped from another glove

Hats off to rugs resoundingly Persian
Persia wished their rugs were the same
...

beezies and bouncers

breezy beezy breezin bouncin boundin smokin'
speedin even creasing cracked pavement
prolly bleeding statements leakin
outta bleatin clipped lips
leavin Boston for the bouncer
lurkin shirts shine from
candlelight and lamps
bigger muscles bigger bones
honed at the gyms stimulatin
warped neurocies
precociously poppin up from her depths
deeper from the deepest depths
deepest meth habits haven't dropped yet
and yet
breezy beezies speedin sneakin
from the shivs of the lurkin shirts
shamed and shameful shakes
sherlocks shived
herpied humpers humpin dead in dumpsters
bouncers beatin herpied humpers
for nothin

Painted Landing

this was the old woman I shook on a painted landing
I state understanding of paint landing on paintings,
of ladies landing on landings
of landings laying and lying flat for a fall or
for a step from a frightened cat

I shook her, I foamed and spat uncontrollably.
Adorably, the old woman mopped my lips,
her hips swayed in the air.
Deplorably, I handled her still.
I said I would, until

until,
until
until,

Until she paid
for all the hair I lent her.

This was the old woman I shook,
shaken by a saint.

(Saintly donating to cancer patients)