Kick a fucking tent pole

Pegged for life 

[no title]

second-whiskey relief,
all the teeth pulled from my head.

your 10pm visit sustained
a fluid dream. release
dying but not-yet-dead breath—

and what’s next?
suppose mainlined
unchange in currents
relaxed, sense trust, chest
pain but briefly.

six years old, i asked my dad
why my heart hurt,

described near-emotional sense.
dx palpitations
but i wonder—

cavalier privilege of family;
you’re an extended hug; accumulate
an anemone grab of genius love.

communal nematocysts: rapt, youthful

realized & toxic,
gin & tonic;

how hope
liberates. today
is our day!

 pretti good

norma l beautie s

on daily—flip-thru
pages; sailboat,

ever-ending;     love
     tho chaos or laugh,
    be quiet retreat—

by car:

delicate tableaux//

envelopes either party,
sweet eclipse at hand—

     pass some ash thru lung.

experiment 341: feel the same

put literal dashes--

abet accountability,

transplastic of--

well i really want this

love

to o god our success

you

to fuck like demons for the first time

babes

please o god help to

get this garden going

our yet-to-be

(just let the punctuation

trail)--

Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, open-eyed.
broken-necked shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait 

for nothing; shameful for naught but delay.

had we a unity of sentiments,
tragic press of ego into marble, 

into walls, into ruins? how many 

would have chosen the 'ladies' over what—

more,
     when, after we are (not-)gone?

     recall 

receding 'M' of my hairline, tickle, 

a cough, i fart:

time for medication—
set our hearts to rhythm, lower BP.

slower, you look good today, would you like

to go to the bathroom? your feet spread, firm; 

lean forward, push chair's arms; ‘nose over toes.’ 

there you go, now slowly. we’re not waiting. 

experiment 340: radio

—slug; tall, wetburnt tree>berryvine leafcrunch>deerprioned midwest—