cottage cheese thighs
quaver
          i cuff
          stuccoed incheek
          pimentos out
when tartar seals my dickhole
jewschnozz snouts the wires

two of everything: two eyes, two ears,
two shoulder blades, two cheeks, two shoes,
elegant

'zounds!

'zounds! I clean my toof with a chicken's foot
grope chicken-livered puppies dry, chicken-livered litter
mother was a mutt, had ears scorched like post-war
bombed out, in Milan, after dubya dubya deux
i made believe these two briquettes were
teenaged titties, chilled.

girls are lumpy boys.

wheels of cheese
tracked with dung
scabbed in places

belts of toothed impression
glassy chips of dead milk

roll the wheel and squash the snails
who ooze to be squashed, gleaming giblets
endowed with life

i gag on the edible
choke on rose-tinted lenses

people have funny names, joke names,
my supername is rudy

wear a strong condemn, spit on my chode

i want brisket gloves

my me rods zap
electrodes on my tongue
and it will lick fleece
stuffing from my turkey

i chewed a downy earlobe
kneaded the wrinkles from a bulldog's jowls

more junkboys tic 'yes' tic 'no'
foolscap, pergamum, i saw chess pieces
made of butter

suction cups caked with wet pencil shavings,
horses champ flaking haunches, dogs roll over,
women just lie there

"get" explain this word "get"
what is "get"?

my unsung teeth

my unsung teeth

ripple

like young titty-meat

pocketed

twixt hairy fingers.

snail

to want to wait, bolts thud

back, ab ovo, begin again,

nested in a blackberry’s

latched drupelets sleeps  

the patient pearl

purple-black bathed, ticking

with dreams of slugdom  

jams gandolfini

navel belched lint

skanky as in: melba toast, marmite,

blackmail, young Howard Stern, Sydney Pollack,

 

I can see the anger in your eyes,

without chemicals, he points.

this isn’t a watch And that’s

not the time you put into it

 

time of a different sort:

not made for watches

 

I find malls compelling,

but they give me a crick in the neck

a cervical disorder similar to:

wet hair in cold daylight, full stomach in the shallow end,

spray cheese. these have no skank.

 

they’re honest and well-intentioned

they say <<the road to hell is paved with good intentions>>

I say <<heck, I got a match, your ass and my face or is it…?>>

“hey got a match?”

“smoke cigarettes?”

“love ‘em?”

“hate ‘em?”

“Sometimes.”

Dot Dot Dot

“iuhno...you tell me.”

Same blank as in gap, mind it,

Go to Italy, lift weights, watch a movie,

All a distraction before ya die

 

we distruct