She pins her hair back
twenty-three and resolute, baby on her hip
and says goodbye forever
Her eyes catch on a single point, somewhere
in the hazy distance and she sets to it
makes a life
gets **** done

There’s no time to consider,
to touch the centre of the windstorm that compels her
it only winds her tighter
and because there’s laundry to do, and she likes things
neat and tidy
she carves herself up into glistening pieces
and leaves them there—
in the hot Paraguayan sun
in the endless cold Prairie snow
when her children disappear with terrible secrets
She skillfully wraps each fluttering fragment
and gives it away, no longer her concern
God will take care of it
lucky *******
and I am left with none,
or one

I’ve only ever had a part of her
the one that read the rules and promised
clean clothes, a roof, full stomach—
her threadbare heart
elsewhere

Maybe she’s tired, like I am now—
my own list in hand
To feel is the most demanding
of tasks

My dog begs to everyone with a colon of dog-**** ******* his fleas
in 1 lackadaisical scheme, movementally-frozen in runny ice cream.
He's got a torted bone in him, that's why he's distorted; why mamas
go crazy when babies are aborted; why Billy didn't inhale what was
easily snorted; why revenge is a dream of Iraqi men water-boarded.
I thrill the Pinay natives with manly acts that are horrific yet sordid,
as they include insect thoraxes, coke smoke & floral patterns florid.
As a drunken wife hires her husband to **** a hit-man, I cram Kotex
tampons into my virtual ***** like I got an inflamed prostate gland.
When big ******* attack small *******, medium-sized ******* must
intervene, to help ******* of all sizes & mulatta ******* in-between.
My aluminum ladder is so shaky since I set it on pine-wood blocks.
I better get someone steady to steady it; somebody steadier than old
T.V. mummer, actor & Parkinson's disease-sufferer Michael J. Fox.
God's King of Brutality is back with a colon of indignity & a wheel
made of Paraguayan rubber & Fred MacMurray forkin' flubber. For
fun & functionality, I eat pebbles to facilitate the inner grindings of
my chicky gizzard while fans wonder if **** knew what Liz heard.
Barack better bi-pedal his bias, non-binary bi-*** on a Bison bike to
Bungoma before Banshee ******* bind backward both broken *****.
In our gay-marriage nation, we witness gaseous iodine sublimation,
that lulls scrotal ropes & bowel ducts to afford a surfeited satiation.
I fixed blood-fixated Oprah's little, red wagon from the acid-burned
darker end underneath, after she conceded that critters with tongues
don't have sharp teeth. I slapped the smirk from her evil face before
she bleached 23 shades closer to a whiter race. Earth-cored Negroid
love originates in Liberia, from Liberian neo-pink ****** hysteria.
Quack quack! American doctoring is the 3rd-leading cause of death
in the United States, after 8 **** complaints that hazy Oprah hates.