Slutty slutty tears in stuck space
By: Domenic Maltempi 2-26-2008
q By chapter 24
A young Roman daydream loses its pallor
Her fingers are prehistory
Space is important
Mother always says things are getting cold
Now I believe her
Bellowing not quavering
English not English
Curving sound waves piquant with love
Voice from 2 blocks away
First my name
Then my brothers
Friends laughed
Everywhere was second base
Except the homerun wires of stuck space
q Here is important for no reason at all
I to
was one
gaining blood back in my daydreamed cheeks
chewed down plumbing mind I cry slutty tears
real slutty tears for you’re terrifying ladder
q The same day stuck
That old chestnut peeled by disinterested teeth
How about a day cycle of moving from western Massachusetts?
How about it?
Sun pretends to come up
Didn’t get out hankie in time
Tie up the bags on rotting roof
It’s spring enough and April is frazzled mid sentence
Wave to the baker or the only one up
Wry or sexy faces
last ones to make
At the local speed trap society
In there hidden
Hidden
place
q This tripe cobbled into paragraphs
How a daydream forfeits
even when all the seats are still full
Sponsor sermons
Recumbent radicals in dragging anchor sweet breathe
Buy is trust us hi us
captive rapt and
Flatly loud
tight lips brandishing your turned in guns
This tome that shook that young daydream
Scruff of neck, hairs of sex organ
Great fear not of death
No way
Just those goddamn incisions
Insidious in consistency
Affect
Carving stations called plans of actions
Bored to bludgeoned chefs
in training
Laboring for the glory of the great rapier swallow(ers)
Dapper stern Cato stoned
wisdom tails
Economies of scales
Lifestyle decisions
Every other chapter
This whole disguised
Hagiography of the accrued acumen of man
Horse steam!
But no love lost for man for all that steam
The same
This limber tome jacketed nightly
Redolent of some important lost time inextricably laced
With our worried apex bobbling glory
Redounding with sight caking ooze for the next
Children of god and all
of his mirrored ashtrays and spina bifida bashes
defects of all defects
pointing at a glorious fistula