Five gimmes

or
36 fluttering vulvas and I had to choose the alligator


1.
Who do I dream of? The days drift.
There are purposes, small fry teasing the
waves monotonous filigree
The shape too vast
only its perfume, its ambergris

2.
Today I'll wear clean clothes & tell
everyone I murdered you
& about my buttery feelings too
I'm totally scooters! for you
when it flowed out: blue

3.
And back again, ice in a pipe
habits of old friends
who mean everything and nothing
fade in and out, thawed
flawed memory, old baloney

4.
Who's a two-
timing yodel-
er, and whiner?
Not me!
Hank Williams!

5.
Refrost from below
ice stabbing medulla
make mine Trotsky
with a cherry, you're blotsky
& on top. oh