do you like men or women?
i’m ambivalent myself.
i consists of buried memories,
fears & desires, like You.
grinning a granite smile,
germination, there obscure attention splayed.
i can't even get arrested, only
escorted away. swallowing
my sake. time passes nothing more.
the significance diminished -
rendered with ironic splendor;
home is where the … as always. again.
caked in blood. i wait in a waiting-room. & yet
the garbage they watch doesn’t make them
sick … i'm shivering by the roadside -
now. A horse in a field, it's scarcely alive.
i want to cry. i walk. he doesn't look up.
my tether is severed, i lost the ending long ago,
yes resentful. i am. in a figure -
eight i walk passing the same church twice.
the nativity cut-out. another-
mile. a poem will emerge no doubt this way,
i think, what where i want: bed, xanax, her.
i will tell Her this; we will look back & laugh.
covered in mud … horse shit literally up to my
elbows. one must laugh? … but i can't. not now, not yet.