On You
Oof, fat warrior!
Death’s hand is in your popcorn!
Avert your eyes! Flee!
On You
Perhaps I could live
in your backyard, if the town
will spare one cougar
My love for you five
won’t fit in a simple yurt.
Find me a good job
On You
It’s the Great Divide:
your anger. You help destroy
what you say you love
Remember the hands
that reached for you in the dark
when her small fist waves
On You
If you existed
you would wear a baseball cap
and tears in your eyes
And you would answer
the cool question I can’t ask
before I ask it
This: 143(8)
Bike lock would show us the way
to a bigger state
Before it’s too late
you’d pick up the pace. Why not?
Eternal is now
On You
Your ears flopped. Trot, trot.
You, blythe as summer, have gone
ahead. We look up
On You
Would it surprise you?
If you climbed inside this car?
You think you know me
Time for confession:
I kneel, then laugh for dear life
Your cruelty is sweet
On You
Little do they know
with each spoonful of ice cream
your marrow is theirs
On You
Desk chair spins too fast
Love is work, deadlines, choices
A string breaks. Ah, well
Safety is sexy
Delilah, Samson. Samson,
Delilah. Beauty.
On You
Sit lower. Head down.
Listen. Silence becomes you.
Your flesh becomes you.
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