The Lunch. Love is a hunch
back notre
damn.
Beckons for a reckoning
but falls, still falls
into tar riven enthralls.
The goody body.
Sins, that undressed pail
belly of whale
freedom and flame.
Animating
animating in and out of
sensory faculty
frame —
A blaster
grafting of holy cabbage onto
logic of habits
and rabbits,
my sod wad driven plethora
of endlessness foiled
goyled royaled soiled
the insurrections of love
scaling to the middle
loopy and fingering.
Every inch wakes a gamble
spies a wretched flinch.
Sparks an avalanche
ponder wander plunder oh bait.
Skate bait slate flate
flag a date?
And off it falls
off the rails again
madness quails again
no no NO —
A gull goes tree ways
along the free ways
blinded by diktat
a range of guard in pinky’s lard
flog of hogs surmise the grift
impatient gods
head bed fed
riddles in deadly medly
shifts. Nobilating
a lures leaden staggering
holy cures. Shaking out
the burn forresters
budding sacred — filming blood.
Cleft commissions
interrogated weavers
emboldening fevers.
Screening are the intervening
the oceanic color of bad
dads and screaming moms. No easy go easy.
Costs make a bloody sauce
and pins the sun to its vigor.
Violets a moon
a blood red mud room
for catching what tips
and rips
across wires
for heavy loads smells
of wood thinner.
Martyrs stroke
fairies gather
holy thumbs assist
green and miner,
the red diviner.
Risen to a crisp.