everything is dripping here
(you know)
(steady)
like my cunt
like the clouds
but just the ceiling
sagging steady
and i could be crushed here
an end
in a bathtub
as romantic as i’ve always pictured
ribs stuck with
drywall wood
caved dust
crushed
and i could be somewhere
tropical
(i’m sweating round my neck)
i’ve got curls
forming round
my skin
and i could be a desert
(i’ve been one before)
all sweaty Saharan cold night swan song
and i could be a desert
and i’m just in my alley home
(curled up under sagging)
and i’ve got beer here
and i’ve got tea
i’ve got enough (to keep) me
and this is an incessant blossom
(clementines & coyotes)
and it hardly ever rains here
and I hardly ever reek (weep)
but i am sweating trainwrecks
i am swallowing
road side bombs
i am crushed
under
lamp post kisses
and i am gusto here
all hopeful coming stories
dripping salt
like it’s mine
like i’m not my alley hole
and i’ve got beer here
and i’ve got lost glories
and i have tidepools at dawn
(crushed into my armpits)
i’ve for long dream kisses
and maternal demo derbies
and i’ve got no idea what
(the inside of)
the walls are dripping of
(i know i could)
cold-cleave
out their entrails
copper guts and aortic valves
and (then) i’d drip steady
steady
(like underground rivers – like secrets lockkey passageways).
(and i’ve got)
sweaty sweaty
(and i’ve got) frizzy
hair
(and i’ve got) areolas
like hot buttered
rum
like my stepfather’s
beer
and i could be on a plateau
(drinking tea on mesa mesa)
and i could
wear pjs
in the bathtub
and i could
be crushed
under the weight
of arctic snow-bath
under the weight of
thirty-thirty
and i’ve got no lover nowhere
(and i’ve got)
slowly slowly
and this could be in texas
and this is on the shore
and this is in my ruins
(dripping out my pores).