i wore rubies and bought tomatoes
and now in my middle age i am rowing
down to the water
considered tiresome, considered a milestone
load-bearing, low-slung crowbar carry
why i oughta do the damn thang like Poppa Very?
pry up all skin all naked and worried
the prison of the body jots down its life on a
dissolving century
open the dresser drawer of my Milwaukee toolbox
this old thing i'm bored with
is how you look at your self
i have scissors to consider
some folks die for songs and i'll deliver -
liver and kidney as mincemeat
for the bewitching, redistricting
solar frisbee
total eclipse and moonspeed
just what is this? style of rhythm?
from the kitchen of brutish tapestry
a wide sweep at human interest,
we precede intention in a
catastrophically urgent mess
with the urge to dance
and nest
kneeside nearer now than ever before
a launchpad for more
approach in matador style and fashion
your whole shit is clashing
i'm captain of the Crunchatize enterprise