Imposition. Meringue Nests (4). Six Times. A.P.E.

Imposition.

I could impose on you,

Gently.

Taking a moment of your time

In my hands,

I would expose myself

As being heavy water.

Sloshing goodly on the manners,

Taking gulps of air and wine

To gather courage.

I use the moment in my hands,

Knead it like putty,

Tease out feet and head,

Touch the neck

I think of on the bus,

The hair I smell-

Imaginary.

The constant cook,

The eternal host

To a microcosm of fear

That rustles with life

And turns purple berries

To a slow win.

Loss is comfortable

Cigarettes yellow my fingers

On this Monday afternoon,

So clear and cold.

I know that I am okay

But feel readymade and dismissed.

Six Times

Six times I tried

Nothing

No one is built for six.

And don’t you just know….

The seventh time

The seventh time,

Then he comes back.

Heart in his stinking hat.

Mouth full of zero

Head full of less

And still he leans

Down

In

And rests his head against my chest.

Meringue Nests (4)

The sugar on my fingers blinks the flame,

Your sweet tooth should

Fit here;

Under there;

You remember.

Stretch out the same limbs,

Roll out my laughs

And,

Shake the same scar that

I want beneath my tongue.

Feel your heart

Through

My

Small

Frame.

Beside you.

Not lanky;

So dark,

I wish

I wish

So fucking hard

That you

Will

Stay.

 

A.P.E

Laugh harder

I said.

Laugh harder.

Till your sides split

Find a tailor

To sew you up.

Stitch you up.

I always thought

You wore a donkey jacket,

That you sang-a-long

With Run Rabbit

Run rabbit

Run

run

run

Here comes the farmer with his.

Churned up a Friday;

My routine

Harvested

Before it was ripe

Always the story.

Aisles off the German meats

I fell for you.

Outrageous.

I discourage

Myself

With pale Paola.

If I were a painter

I’d paint the concrete.