Regular slick flow, and a held hiccup
Feels sweet you know, after a few minutes
After a few minutes, shoulder socket aches
A numb hand, and a swelling lip
Every every night we total, and paper spits out
The report works well, to keep track
To keep track, and settle our accounts.
Your account of me, might mismatch
When I’m down, near your knees
When it’s mugged, the air and heat
You finally feel your skin, and a touch
What’s twitching, your need or your hunger
Your need or your hunger, is it any difference?
With a broiling, and a hug wrapped thick
Slide into pants, slide into blue jeans
Both of us a shiver, out late in the back
Both of us a shiver, out late and keeping track
Out late and keeping track, and it suddenly-
Recall a sun, gentrified
In its glow, its setting hums
We were both settling, into an eventual humdinger
We were both in love with, and out of
We were both, fluid and skimmed at the top
When the cream lands, it splats
Then dries in the day, then a dog licks it
Then a dog licks it, and others recoil
At the sight, at the singleness of this dog
This dog licking spoiled, and then along it trots
With a smile, relaxed and spilled across a snout.
I left with a smile, I left with a sharp inhale
Eyes twitching from stress, and a machination
That bends every choice, into a marathon
Into a marathon, is how most enter
Is how most enter, telling of their exit
Sometimes it’s just worth it, an enthralling
An enthralling, and digestion
And digestion, comes after a sickness of fullness.
Were you at home, when your original desire
Locked eyes and held you, worked a foreign air
Languid and disruptive, and destined to bend
And destined to bend, you did bend
But with a poker in hand, the whole way tense
The whole way tense, the whole way unrelenting
Even if the goal, never resembling that original
Seemed to hunch like a beacon, a hill unknown
And launching toward, a regular durge.
It rained, it rained for one million years
And your oceans filled, though they filled slowly
And you brought life, in and around wherever
It could fit, it could push through placenta
Warm lines of air, flowing directly into
Flowing directly into, never ceasing
Never ceasing, you brought in air
You brought in air, all around and warm
Will they know warm air, and the deafening
Of one million crickets, singing as the warmth drops.
Terror of the bed tonight, longing for an extra hour
Longing for an extra hour, and lounging in effortless
This will continue, and for months it will pour
It will spill onto passerby, and swish in their mouths
You’ll notice strengthening of muscles, and dirt
And dirt, will begin to collect in the corners
The noises will combine, to a fruitful chime
And bring you some solace, and time
And time, will continue through and back around
You’ll as a circle, rip tear and careen.
For the time being, careening is effortless
To stop the careen, to stop the floating
In the middle of the day, without the clocks wish
You’ll notice your second hand, and stop
And stop, it’s not worth the minimal effort
It’s not worth the minimal effort, but wait
Wait and you’ll receive, the effort of waiting.
What can be owed, to an eventual trust
The rushing blood of time, or the eternal.
Or the eternal, forever perched in mind
Overseeing not fate, but a sense of purpose
While direction is the end, and not a sense of purpose.
However you spend this time, will it not eventually end?
This is growth.
This is change.