3rd
“Watering Hole” part 7 (The Lid)
This technique is for a hole in the world.
It’ll kick us off fine as long as I flip my light light lid.
Lid on my head is face; ask someone strong to open it for you.
My heart is jam for your sammiches. Let’s go, as long as I let go.
Stick my hands under your suspenders and play telefone with your nipples.
The signal turns from my sticky, grubby nuts-stinking fingers,
Around the circle of your leathern dancer’s calves, your minuet ass,
To Licky, my dog’s tongue in my mouth, which I offer up for sacrifice and
Which they eat, that your teeth do eat as a delicacy at night
And a functional language by morning in the shitter.
There are no delicacies for breakfast in my book; in this town,
We regret every moment we are not going down, down, down on each other…
Thankfully, porn comes before sleep to sap our eyes, lid lid, sleepy.
I dream about work all night.
Hi, love, I’m flipping my lid. My life is not over as we speak, but over here and
Over there, I said. Take my legs for example. The legs of Nathan lying as we speak,
Like, on the grass. My blood flows as reek, ever as it has. Muck is my gut, mixed with
Mud is my eyes, mashed to dirt by where tanks fear to tread. Not a tractor tire, not a
Shingle tread… no, no single-eye stare is so full o’ dread as now I, to poop in the word
“All”, move to this:
Dear tanks, our spirits are weak,
Please fuck all our bones into soils
And make them all come flowers.
Dear fire, fuck our mind to a cloud
To make it come screaming showers.
Dear mud, I hate saving quarters
For to wash my dirty powers.
Down town, going to town, I’ve been let go, lid on my life is overrail.
I, can I flip, can I flip my light light lid? Can, I can do. Do I kiss? Kick my asskiss ass.
Flip my lid. Flip my flapjack. Jack me off. Off my brother.
If I blow my top would you still, still my heart,
Blow me, blow me off?
Say if I lose, lose my say…
Or if I lose control would you still,
Still my heart, mark my way?
Let’s go from here as backward fast as we have to,
To remember how we love, how high we live;
How light we kiss, when we love.
