Free

Apologizing fragrances,

the curious coffeepot

did a short

shuffle,

foot ball change
and re-called
her past lives:

snorts of limes,

lactating tits,

voices with pins,

quagmire scandals,

voluptuous sodomites,

rallies crowding

the streets

with bright allusions

to gritty truths,

ode to the mirror

and the monster

found there.

Magicians getting

haircuts

at barbershops in kansas,

coffiners leaning on posts,

taglines of sexual experiences,

bizarre antihistamines,

lazy eyes

dabbling too long

on toads bulging,

cement gods cradling

cold bloody sparkling gold,

miracles and their makers,

scotch and vomit,

flagrants and their

dope parties,

masqueraders in

bondage makeup,

whores in the alleyway,

talking bout

hurricanes in texas

smoking cigarettes

on their lunch breaks,

heaving high heals

above one’s head,

but really,

trying to blind

my eyes out,

from the fucking noise.

Oh honey,

I dreamed in truth

of subtle softness,

light touches

with loving pants

in the rhythm to the

rocking waters.

Aw come now,

be Free with me.