Yeager’s Mid Life Boardwalk walk (The only one he remembers now)
I found her summer vacation underneath my inexpensive
Collection of record sleeves
The curse words of different years
over the faces of dead drummers or rhythm guitarists who were really photographers
I want to ask you about your weekend
Did you burn up on the way back to the car?
Flash your creamy complicated shoulders
at smartly whiskered fuck hawks playing in a makeshift
car alarm concert spontaneously while drugged by airborne substances
fanned into a generally unmusical crowd
of miserable beach combers returning to their gift card caves?
Were you hyperventilating while rejoicing in a dune system?
I’d like to forget but I’m forgetting what I’d like to forget
Where does Prince Dumb Ass find
the right emissary to joke a yoke on all of them?
What a strange looking word in an inflatable vest
Trying to race back in time before its very first use
On prickish wave doors closing on you with quail shot in air thud
Small bullets
Every bored telegram sleaze mouth sent
Staining your porch and its experimental mail box
The one dear to us sitting in warmth with our legs proud
Our mouths in a sucking war
Our lemonade decanter’s shadow effulgent 4-21-07
Domenic Maltempi
Yeager’s Mid Life Boardwalk walk (The only one he remembers now)
I found her summer vacation underneath my inexpensive
Collection of record sleeves
The curse words of different years
over the faces of dead drummers or rhythm guitarists who were really photographers
I want to ask you about your weekend
Did you burn up on the way back to the car?
Flash your creamy complicated shoulders
at smartly whiskered fuck hawks playing in a makeshift
car alarm concert spontaneously while drugged by airborne substances
fanned into a generally unmusical crowd
of miserable beach combers returning to their gift card caves?
Were you hyperventilating while rejoicing in a dune system?
I’d like to forget but I’m forgetting what I’d like to forget
Where does Prince Dumb Ass find
the right emissary to joke a yoke on all of them?
What a strange looking word in an inflatable vest
Trying to race back in time before its very first use
On prickish wave doors closing on you with quail shot in air thud
Small bullets
Every bored telegram sleaze mouth sent
Staining your porch and its experimental mail box
The one dear to us sitting in warmth with our legs proud
Our mouths in a sucking war
Our lemonade decanter’s shadow effulgent