Droopy is the Sassiest

and what of you of the squared off hole in the garbage floor
are you not an ant mechanic? But
where is your infinite wire field – the broken down convent
where you learned to ice-skate?
you and your creepuses circle each other delicious - flat in
an amphitheater that rains gas
all gone are the kings of Indian doors – the road trappers
of the faun and engineers
of bastard trains set on maxi-pad filter then desensitized
to their interior cloisters
do you need a tanzanite boost? bungee firewalk party?
the room with the fruit picker
the west room with the oldster hamper – by many a ton
wants a channel exchange? become
an editor fawn over bigheads control something medical
and it all unfolds with an audience
rolled out or asked to back into spaces - strapped down in
case of romantic gravity attachments

if a ship should come with aquanauts in their strains
a bitter worm for each named Zhang
now that’s your fluky beast epic on Frederick Wandcock
assumes an interrupted action
operations to sculpt terrain – exiting or muscular - same
as you care to be feeble hearted
see how that car boy consumes less the more you flatter
the size of his dock his buckboard warts?
the pressure from the turbines externalizes a form letter
like a series of missed cues
maybe more like shooting and missing elevensies for lack
of ball funds or a cross to bridge dry
denial is on and the frame's an absolutely beautiful airbrick!
it can penetrate your back life
eliminate the complexes in your papillary bratwurst feelers
(as if the Fonz had Darwinian boots)
we’ve developed a chair that makes you a triptych hemorrhoid
flat-folding bait conned of its aisle seat

for a buck you get bruised till united – your provinces sucked
a you of clay surrounded by pans
no cash remittance just submit your donkey to the jacketing
foreskins make divine courthouses and you
make a fetching assimilated china rose – the Atlantis Contraction
Rule – stare through The Searchers
for a character you can dance with to fame or colorize a cure of bags
her niece was a cutter - that was a flag
she wore it on a halyard as a sonnet to fluoride in the waterholes
the endless ending of the sweep by slam
she sits in her red ray with her double - phantoms civilizing ducks
for meat for armor for a turn of phrase
are you the assembler? where are all the o-types? sociopathically
the brains are bred for hops - steroids assorted
in voiceover a Cantonese speaks dog – and pretty lesbians are born
that makes this a sort of family reunion
you can quantify your state now – it’s nothing but water in blocks
and the bog is as much use as cornrows

cluttering up a crossbow – that buck was a comatose aesthete
he bark him loud at a parakeet we all vamoosed
and I want nothing but the noting of this – nothing but to be
the vassal of the balm-leaved zinger
can you mean something to me with a curling iron now?
press deep get drenched put up
a schedule we can dehydrate on till unreadable then go for Mojitos
what if the whole marble is a cyst? a string of fits
with the fate foretelling its coordinates? an epic walk across the room
and then and only then would you be fertilized
with all the coziness of a forged Moholy-Nagy – the chance of making
love by flying an erection on instruments
and a grateful nation nods – the culms in the grasses Whitman belched
never to be seen but by these naked innocents
provided they buck the bucking of the system memory – rumors
about a book that deflowers you
by the endpapers - your rations in the safe room with the air pulled out
a bailiwick you can adopt for its refusal to carp – it hunts

and that dog hunts it