Yes, the Fish Music

A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my fingers, and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the river. The trout hid in subways, castles, and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away. The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem Because you always have a clock trapped to your body, it's natural that I should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, I know I’m right

Horse Child Breakfast

Horse child breakfast,

what are you doing to me?
with your long blonde legs?
with your long blonde face?
with your long blonde hair?
with your perfect blonde ass?

I swear I'll never be the
same again!

Horse child breakfast
what you're doing to me,
I want done forever.

Split Feelings

a cold pure lemon use to glow on my mouth
juicily, and boing off the pads in my dark center.
there was a corn-silky fur nut that grew deep in a grove of black forest.
near cold blonde eyes and clear blue laughs
darkness of my hunting heart seemed even darker.
the forest of warm hunting love is still hunting, with a gallop in the night.
my black heart saw what was golden turn cold
a cold pure lemon use to glow on my mouth juicily, and boing off the pads in my dark hunting center