ME -----> YOU

where is global at where? where dig duck down pond lips lasting
past Springtime Jesters! Listen cordially, numbers filling up my sieve, fruitless,
knee ----carpet,
glass, please. Just interview me! ALREADY
when I have 1 bean HUSH-HUSH?
leprechaun chandelier rapping at my hem, scratchy, bereaved. Cacophony
like cancer: holy O's, discount cereal marked up because I DING hostess bell over over over
over & she's in front of me. ELECTRICAL BILL? Just give me the real reason I'm not welcome
anymore. Lazy on a NET of FREE: handsome buckaroos
clambering towards a gold (but
probably lead- PLUMBLUM) rocking
chair unafraid of the creaking heard over
my pivoting sex,
currently unimagined
yet so present. I ache with mouth closed, fingers tensed.