and that we will kidnap you 

wrestle your uncles about town

recite broken ancient forlorn

and broken words

poetry on the account of me

for you

my lady bat,

like the swings of a sweet word

in the breeze

ach! woman!

i want to hate you so much

like the resentment of a broken tool

of a new town, in a new city, in a country

winter like chills

your soft spread of orgasm in a broken room 

with a new man

in his loving arms soft

chilling

what was dull

like ancient thoughts

dreams in a trans like withdrawal

you can't control your shit

or breathing or

people coming through the window

and your dog cute facing him

you can't reach them

so you just awake with a scream

in time

you can check

heart rate

stupor like a video reel on speed

Leslie Klyee getting gangbanged

now becomes physical

life has moved you

your body is dull

and weak

your mind is mush

your mind—all we have to do now! is erase

those thoughts from our head,

our brain

you go now!

scatter swift

ashes

packets

ketchup,

neighbors—

me drinking in my underwear 

alone in the afternoon

i'm going to climb over

the sweet scent of barbecue,

I brought Hunts.

Or do you prefer Heinz?

Oh no, 

you prefer Heinz.

Woman, a man just wrote this for you!

I'll stay sick with nudges,

giddy on a chair

like a hapless fool

i am a man living in a dream

who needs to breathe

obviously, when you breathe

i wonder, like ancient forlorn

emotions

still not, what's life but molecules

and hiccups of a mischievous girl

like a crush

atoms and air waves

smiles like sensations 

of pleasant things

like the sort of things

that comes from giggles