I sense clean bones picked clean
flick noses at bars afterlife jazz
pipes and trombones come on in
this room is fine not near mint
throw the fight let the sea pull
under the waves your salt tears
taste seaweed rock you like waltzes
tinkle waste in a cup you’re so pregnant
clocks spin lesser ballerinas
tops different dervish yelps
the exotic another erotic bore
learning to make pastries and laugh softly
a little too heavy for your mom’s preference
walk away idle hours pool or no
did you know you knew ongoing siege
I need to make you tire into compromise
take you out and fuck with your dreams
the same but different I make an appearance
please please please let me let me let me
be insincere all night it’s all right
I don’t teach yoga haven’t seen the regatta
I work the register of birds alighting
down stained platforms statues and curbs
today I know I will never teach yoga
but lick your ass truly call me you are lost