Lusting thrusting panting at pavement
sweet release the latch of that damp basement
and bloodwine filled a goblet gobbled to god
and so many strangers stared in strangeness
“If you’re going to watch, you could at least clap a little”
and the pace palpitated, poor child prancing
pull the choke, a smothering,
Daunted on, they don’t want us on the lawn
rigid rugged raging
torn twisted tormenting
simple touch lasting lengths of threads and woven into wounds
Sediment in the mental
a sentimental censorship
hush the thoughts before they reach the tongue
fantastical hysteria held a loft on whimsy and wafers
so much garlic is a lover’s kiss, so little thyme,
watching waiting the gentle violence that tastes like water
sounds
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