After Maggie's Farm

I heard a howlin’ truth

drag its feet to my paw, lay

down a path and pour

out a tangent sayin’

You wouldn’t know a wolf

pack payin’ prayer to

God if He

told you.

So with two dull teeth

and a belly fierce to

boast ‘em, I took

off to find you on

the outskirts—chest

towards the sky

breathin’ rain and
repentance.

Mary Paints Adam

Gray billowsilk,

wriggle through my

temples and convolutions a

monochrome snake,

acrylic.

Tongue me deep,

lung-ingly. With a clockwise twirl

moonwalk me slow. Dance

on the floor in the round

with me, darling.

Brush up against, all

around and around

me: Masonite man

quite clean. And—

Cover me thick! Skinned

with experience to think and

tell about the town, “I’m Alexathymia’s ex!”

Thy art, already on my breath.

And dirty, now

glowing. Me

in unshuckable color

of Eve, really fucking

fresh and wet and close

to the beginning.

So, I go gray.

I, Stimuli

I drink her up

in two lying licks

and she speaks gauze.

While I can

peach tick tocks

for tomorrows time capsule

nuzzled ‘neath her nipple’s nightgown

she can’t

starve

off wonder.

When plastic dinosaur smiles

invade my mouth

she quicks her throat

and her face folds into flags

waving laughter

And if I eat manipulation

lollipops dazzling-tongue yumberry

she reveals

with her scythe eye

the suicide root of oleander
and weeds it out of me.

Lozenge

A strawberry scent from

the uncovered cough in your throat,

so sweet it makes me

sick, I'm still not over it.

So excuse me, I'm sorely

speaking to you—

do you mind?

You gave me something and

I can't get control of it.

Now I'm shivering for you 

to feel the full effect of 

this moment: not soothe or rough

but in between as worth
some time and torment.