Sonnet
Leave me? Fuck it.
It's okay. I have
Love's dirt path
Etched inside my bucket.
And even death
The fat umpire
Drunk with fire
And meadow's breath,
Its gymnastic swizzle,
Heedlessly rutting,
Is finally shutting
His fucking phizzle
For once.
Like you wanted.
Bad Physics Grade
Something blonde
And dangerous
Got into my chest
Like a second heart.
And spun in place
Like a diamond cutting
Catastrophe
On a gallactic scale
With all the deep humming energy
Of elements divorcing.
Umbrellas
Two black umbrellas
Twirling sweetly
Out of a miserable
May sky
And turning nothing
Into black poppies
The Girl Who Laughed Like Unmortared Brickwork
There once was a contestant
Hair like laughing gas
Sadly loved a girl so beautiful
She brought clouds down to the tree tops
Sad, not knowing just up the hill,
In the swirling underbrush of Sutro forest,
She shared her wares and shapely finitude with winos
Unfurled her Cole Valley wings
Into slack coffee scenes; found a kind of meaning
In the arithmetic of poured excess and damp gravel.
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