we're going to need more blankets

we're going to need more blankets

one lot

one lot they share between
the bushels of oil

and amber serenades of red locked
hypnotists parading

jealousy and
anti-jealousy

sown inside the same headlock

them feeding breadless loafs to every mouth
who will feed.

and the sherif is salivating Hamptons
and pissing on the street

like we used to do
when we drank to much of ourselves

one lot we give in retribution
for when it was our turn.

ties, the know and tunnels

I imagine life's sown sanctuary
collar tied around thieves

tied around the planks of wooden
castigates

they use to corrupt

and the horny stones tied brightness
they throw at slaves

blinding hindsight
to see the know.

And the slaves who answer
their wounds with wounds

for the know.

the know that can't be known
unless the dog has been walked

first to the street corner where nightingales
broom

the allies with their hair
and breasts

for cigarettes and the know.
i imagine

this from the angle of a beetle
who is starring

at you
starring at me

and the know that eludes us both.
the beetle is trapped

by size
we are trapped by size

and the tunnels
we hide

tunneling southern rocket fuel
tunneling salamander red
tunneling to keep the fire's fumes
at bay.

at a swimming pool

at a swimming pool
the Sun does the talking

large breaths of light
can fill the lungs

burning holes in skin

to let the past flee
Tequila helps

with books opened
to no particular page reading

nowhere

reading extremity
Mark Twain helps

with metaphor plaits
like tongues of light

stirring others tongues

to break the lines that divide

sounds from the water hippodrome
whispers everything

i dare not read long
because Water is cautious
and
the pursuit of knowledge can be a Dirty Game

but i'm not playing today
no

not today

a blind man makes a cake

the blind sees the difference
between right

and what is left

to trickle down
between cracks strategic

between lemons wedges modified

between jet fume air surprise
because the colors are absent

and the pilot flies
spreading message assistant
for reference

blending horoscopes
with coffee makes the mind wonder

like egg whites foaming, with plenty of air
between thoughts

to keep the conversation light
but it makes the cake rise

and no one likes a flat cake

swimming primitive

I sailed your severed skin savour

while smiling.
cupped hands

catching telescopes on time
like juggling Alvarez

throwing stones
at the temple gongs-

to quench what swells

while breathing. I could surprise your
mouth with mine.

follow touch

with touch
but in the door way

flounder-swimming half faced

into the sand
swimming primitive

the way i learned to do.

you couldn't make me flip
but that doesn't mean i can't.

the difference between here and there is
the tea I used to drink, during double shifts,

at that restaurant we all hated working at.
I called it the trinity;

mixing black tea, coke, and coffee together
made everybody's lips curl downward

made mine move money into pockets
to buy drinks

later
when the slip resistant shoes

were hung dry.

now I just drink and remember
what life was like when I didn't give a damn.

twenty three and taller,
twenty three and fucking like

the wold will end if we didn't.