Four Poems
Billy Cancel
that would be the trout’s ankles
& subsequently your contact habit
a machine to prevent lightning strikes
so you’re free to gaze at the melody
intervening space softened by velvet
floral borders creeping advance
translated as thicket of prosperous
weeds you came on like
a test pilot through
this 9 o’clock town ate all
the shark ’n’ tatties then really
raised ned but all that teeth &
tan won’t bluff the rats too long so
put the anchors on bobby dazzler we’re
gonna be out of the city this may touring
the self-referential then after that
probably just chill in meticulous notation of
what went down before this all
split into multifaceted
joy
~ ~ ~
to that clusterscrew take the ankle express
if you need your batteries charging flash-
jack-new-target shall be there kicking a
yellow dog should anybody ask if aggregation
of fragmentary objects is your thing you
could do much worse tipsy fending off explicit
undesirable predators seeking a reaction our
scrambling descent improvised technical feat
anonymous transient blur across drastic tones dramatic
misreadings were all
too luminous
dense to be exhilarating an opinion shared by most
historians am not going to act the wet dog like
some biscuit class around-the-way boy & boil my
cabbage twice bright shades punctuate our
thought-out compositions anyhow this celestial
body needs some
gas & we are in a
fit of
mazes
~ ~ ~
had eyes like piss holes in the snow
through desperation hour eyes set at 8
o’clock during the grinning contest it was
another day up the king’s ass searching for
the clean upshot no clean-up shot landscape
resistant to striving controlled line & drip
aspirational at best with the very sounds of the
tavern going on about me realized was drinking
at the trough but when devil’s half acre shows
in my kill box & i am full of beans & rage someone
is going to get a dry shave so don’t agitate the gravel
mock-litany man no one gets out of the transfer
continum upon 1 wing fierce properties gentle
perspective because i know you had some but the wheels
came off & all turned to custard have problems so
this is a gentle retelling of a familiar but multi-layered
narrative there is a 3rd man open your face let’s
blow this piss ball oliver is in
town osmosis
amoebas
~ ~ ~
swivel eyes declares pork all round the
pig’s ass that don’t rotate me much
smear-press-spray-drag are you
going to self-described undersurface
because in sweet air turnip snaggers
annoy the fuck out of me unedited reality
slice not my idea of escapism & all i see is
peter’s work between protestant herring &
knock out drops pastoral
memory retrieval subject to dazzle
camouflage requires neutralization from
every angle before this all tumbles down to
grass & we forget what came 1st the
imbalance or the slant am hotter than a
bad girl’s dream yet can’t discern between
septic tank & cess pit feeling bottle green egg
bound lousy give me the herbs because she
has a vacancy on the top floor & i am
too numerous to mention that saturday
habit now has my back teeth underground
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