game boys
when we’re young
we ask our parents
if our friends can stay
one more day for play
when we’re older
we ask our lovers
to stay a night longer –
one more round of games
the press of A button
we used for controller –
now updated:
the newest version of
two men together:
shooting and reloading –
before entry into
the next level
grape hyacinth
more holy than Bethlehem sage
are these bells atop their steeple.
the first coming of the garden –
Eucahrist of higher noon!
Nature’s priest hold tight to them
hitting with buzzing procession –
consecrating bulbous to flowers,
the bee’s first taste of concord –
before turning their blooms
into a sacramental wine
used in spring communion –
to put cross at worker’s foreheads
with pollen instead of ash.
Exit 143
highway hypnosis, midnight illusions
my hand wrapped around your stick shift
kissin your neck, makin good on bruises
turn the dial down
your moans hit like rock music
put on your right turn signal –
take your eyes off of me
don’t miss the exit up ahead:
143
don’t pull over –
this is no accident
take us home
not to my house or yours –
but to somewhere days don’t pass
like cars over speed limit –
take the freeway
it’ll only cost
a few minutes more
repaid fully
in all the scenery
that comes with every pothole,
nail in tire, or yield
at the body –
they’re not so bad
if we take it slow
and hold fast at collision
of i love you
capitalist comb
i blew from buttercup to clover
on breeze of an imperial order.
depleting each flower
i meet of nectar –
to keep comb from exposure.
only permitted a hive
when dusted blond,
& my share of honey due.
sleep, a far-off luxury
reduced to farmer,
not his fruit.
with no wage or significance
paid to its laborer –
who works so his keeper
can sweeten his tea,
douse his bread.
American degenerate
i’m drivin East of Eden
with an American degenerate –
got two grams and a couple of
Grape Games in my glove box
dollar bills and whiskey breath
hang in the air like Little Trees –
while he opens up as he rolls
about his mother who passed away
his friends would’ve let him drive home
but i said to call if he needs a ride –
if that makes me stupid then
i wanna be an American Idiot
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