Order #0404

the horizon line of smoking trees has darvocet in it

cuttings for transplant will bear egg resemblance

and eons from now the children will thank us

with skin kicks and the now accepted sex practice

of numbing a stranger at the footnotes



thought it was a life of pure desperado

Alcoa fixed all that like the sky

puckering the bowl the marbles repel

rechristening her stinky what was it

about Barbara Bain? She slept with Cinnamon



in the mouth of a trundle before the fog

your congressperson’s apologia curdles milk

this is not a test of the rag or bottle or fossil product

it speaks to the eternal via one of those drive-in screams

elemental as the burst lodestone that commands men



with a hold on the real man in the droplet

sixty brushes per hair is her secret and asterisks

on the Admiral Benbow situation room knob

the word we is a form of rank disunity

proffered to the bugs who inherit us



your ligature is what makes you clattery minced

as meat as big a brute as the bear of your tribal dreams

breadfruit and worsted to cover your finite ball collection

we’ve overstayed our welcome

with a whoop and a flooding aura



if you flip out now you’ll lose your plaque

coke cans for the king of all antennae

let’s name him Zeus

put him on a leash

see if a cute one looks