Looser and Clocked

Jettisoned with the sweets.
It’s less gross he said than watching her
eat with her utility mouth in.

A termite meticulously read
the latest account of the last
tiff. Jesus suckered his men.

And so either of two great griefs
has sent you back to wine country.
Jamming artificial intelligence

lets the air issue silently
from your self backstabbing
blow up companion.

In a cheap wooden box lie
the émotives and none of them
définies. Jokes like shouting Bonzai

in a crowded skirt. Destiny came in
bags. Bound with luck for Rapa Nui.
Your stone passport no longer counts.

Later Jesus called nine one two. Pairs of
spelunkers bounce across the vulval
steam drains. The operator uncut him.

One opportunity in a million found
its audience. Demons portraying the banana
peel in the mode of the dance.

But a man has no s. Many vie for the infections
proffered by the expressionless elk. Jerry visits
a vector near his lost plot of stardom.

A ladder douses errant flowers with the contents
of a pity burning lamp. The overall setting may be
laughable but he doubts the carpenters union

got the memo.
April 30, 1945.
Stuck in the sweat tree again.