Put an arm around
You're a sweet friend, and wiggle
Be there tomorrow
Slice into your rage
And cut out the dark spaces
What's left is your joy
Dirty waves, sweat ring
Bounce off the rope and collide
With white catharsis
VHS tape of
Ravi Shankar blowing lines
Backstage at CB's
Without seven wings
I believe in three cold birds-
Where every worm sings
I'll send my mesh kiss
Through the screen door at last light
You'll keep beating drum
I wish I paid more
Attention in Spanish class
It's no big deal though
Hot ears burning red
Bran freeze melting and soaking
Drip popsicle, drip
A net of fuzz, buzz
Raucous wild times start anew
Invigorating
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