“I just want to ride over the thrown waters
and spin on the cups to the blur of Tokyo,
to spill mustard on my shorts and laugh until I
cry while the acid settles down, clouds moving
as fast as I want and I want them to move
to China, to Hong Kong, to the liberated urchins of Macau…”
And so we ride on trusted rubber
scalded by new girl modalities
driven to aquatic hardware
“…I need to feel the calloused hands of sensitive power males
shaking in the cold of early morning work site, pulling in my
father to the bosom of wolverines
in Trinity Alp humpbacks, flexing with
this cotton candy and pockets stuffed with peanuts…”
It goes to condominium membranes
dusty periodicals in the broken expander
tweed genitals exploding with a shrug
“…yesterday I heard a song by Behemoth when
I had recently had the weeds from an Aussie, and while
it scared me I also sensed the door opening, like Janus
leading me into a death of mazes and melted prison.”
And there he stays.