Look at you go, Darling!
Bespoking the CVS single stall
in your father-mother coat!

Here there’s A-listers
on the shitters! Front
bums in the front row

& then there’s you!
Much more debouillet
than debutante!

You wag your woolwoven
head, garner a pee
from the chuckle gallery!

Slack some tongue
from your gob! Lob some gas
from your magic fob!

Let it hang
in the lean air! I see
through smoke! I stick

my sticky pinkies
in your pink place!
Bleed you for your artifice!

It’s so cherries & coughdrops
in there! Like red 40 bruises
on blonde boy lips! & I’m near

when the car park clears!
Unbuckling you already
in the convex mirror!

Do you like this? How I see you?
You can be what you want here
& you want me right? Well

I have nothing left to lose!
So steal my snatch & slip it
on your belt! Let it happen baby!

You ghost! You passive sunder!
You moose on film! Antlers
snatched from your pony head!

Screwed to rubywood plaque.
I trophy you while I chew
granola sticks on the train!

The flavor is bland!
The sheath a snooze! I say
what a bore! but not to you!

You, baby girl, belong
on the crotch ring
of my vintage gabardine!

Next to my flip phone
reflection & the shank
between my lips!