Americans Need To Put More
Vegetables On Their Hard-Ons
How I will be young again
The second my seeding, my sweating stops.
I’ll flounder the notebook I kept for limits I lied to,
And you’ll discover the days I was aware
Of other people and what they thought.
A platter of barking gravy in a perfect puppy disguise,
I was a traveling pilgrim with a traveling mind.
What you see in me now I see in two
Flasks entering the bedrooms of shirtless beauties
Baring only their mothers’ scarves.
And they tie oiled fabric around my specks,
Pleading me to bite through the layers, pleading me to draw
Out the flesh and blood that scar a body.
Never a bore, I solve many tits and try many crimes.
The hooch slaps me so graciously,
Kissing in bouts, kissing the curls sucking their own nipples.
I possess them. I control evenly my teeth.
Thrown off of beds and fished up from trends,
I bandage my pain with masks blowing bubbles of angel dust.
“Blow away, blow clean my brains you beauties!”
I plead and plead again.
O how I will be human the second I return
To where this started.
The humans by parks, the humanity of heroes
Fishing up laborious strays.
Outsourced, the animals are itching
At a time when every failure is ours to herald.
Indifferent beginnings of the eager
Unshapen by water, by race or soil.
It’s all mine, courageously instigating the corporate beverages
Enchanting resistance.
Garage anthems. A condom in the foxhole. Used paperclips
On goofballs and napkins and jury duty. Defined. Trimmer. My
Eloquence like a camouflaged meatball assuming contamination.
Civilized commotions. Volcanic tsunamis. The feuds of scorpion
Weight. Aircraft or vertebrate impacts. Plentiful utilities until
The furnace scans its fetus the days aware of what to think.
In two of you I will be young again.
Seconds of seeding, seconds of sweating, the layers of this body
Are the platters undiscovered.
What is seen in me I limit.
