deputy, deputy, throw me the film
poems are transient, angled at him
finding the finite is fine for a feature
eye's darting nervous, looking for the
stark creatures

of dusk, a mere husk of the body
embalmed, never believed in the
shoddy ******, Kush and Corinthians,
breathing air from a ****, we
continued the laugh-track for sadness
and song

(was less lonely
than screaming
your name)

I can hear you two wrestling in
the other room. she says 'want
some grape-fruit? it heals bruises.'
I think of the hickey, I think of her,
I think of you- - - and I begin to hate
all three of us. I'm as confused as your
lack of regret. I'm as confused as my
sizzling heart, and the key to the lamp
-shade begins to melt away as I think of
you and our repeating cycle. what keeps
running through my head is an old Native
American proverb I once heard in Sid Meier's
Civilization:

"Chase 2 rabbits into a forest, and you can
*expect to lose them both."