If I had the urge to set aside
Thoughts
About you
I
Might
Start
Here
Far far away from you or your world of
Cheap crooks
Thought-fuck derelicts
and
Stage-Mothers
I
Might
Return
To myself
Midstream
Wearing
You
As a puppet
Half-swollen
Gas-mask brigade in tow
Left
Full-forgotten in
a
Shoebox
Wet, falling back upon itself
Curled out around our faces
Closer than
the
Hand
on
Your ass
All without mention the moment when
I laid
A revolution
on
Your belly
Dressed as
a Teddy bear
pull me around beat me by the ears all the blood returns to
The
Same
Redundant
Moment
