I start the day
like the last one ended
head in hand
on pillow
words fighting their way out—
all sterile-sentiment-sap
love and longing
more or less
everything
you despise

you tune me a
broken wind chime
or a crack girl puffing your pipe
hanging on like tools in rows
it’s tight seal friction, baby

Delete
me
&
all
my
kind be
fore I motor
cycle fuck your
mind

offer up
one of your
all night girls with
centerfold names
and inflatable breasts—
don’t think I didn’t notice—
I was raised on daddy’s Playboy
just like Candy in Santa’s lap
look! isn’t that funny?
even the reindeer’s got a hard-on!

gotta love a 70s bush
and a Marlboro stash
quick nod to your
agents in drag
lining streets with their signs
love! love! love!

I end my day like it started
head in hand thinking of you
love and longing
and god, is that all?