1. The canal milkshakes into this city
Pies cobblestone archways
while wavers with pocked up eyes
fight cats
the night nurses walk floor to floor
wet like springtime sunflowers
in a convulsive fit of feminine passion
my body hangs a corpse out the window
2. Sometimes I fall asleep
pissing. Half in dream, half in my pants.
She’d look a whole lot prettier
if I didn’t have to watch her switch
my bedpan.
3. I’d stretch a desert across your stomach
a steppe for your spine
Buzzards could sweep down
spill themselves into one another
until they’ve sucked up all
your tightly packed insides
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