Fever

the red moon is falling all over
and the insects
the creatures and people
all buzz

the traffic grows louder
the colors, the clothing
grows louder

women’s legs
everyday
smooth
ankles running up to asses

and my eyes climb and fall
eyes climb
fall
just for the thrill of the look

old men sitting
by rivers and channels
rods to the wind
lines drawn back then
thrown

into the river
reels cast
reels sit
waiting for victory
a tug
the thrill of the catch

new season
and the moon falls all over

Thrown to the Ground

I'm gonna laugh now
as you're choking
gasping
reaching for that air
knee against your chest

It's just a business matter
that you're purple
that you're red

It's not the matter
of amount

It's not
relationships

It's just a matter of
five dollars

Give it to me, bitch.

I'd rather listen to talk radio

This is obviously a Country-Western
Only you
haven't taken
our dog
my things

no
I don't drive
a pickup

chrome-plated
bumper
rearview
'84
am/fm
bench seat

And yes
there's dust on
the bedpost
level
the high speed

Roadside flowers
through
and on.

One
punch-line

there are no cowboys
in Boston
our unfulfilled
wish

I can't keep that woman in the bed...

I cracked a bone that echoed, deep
and on forever
like a drop into a well.

Like I'm some kind of man
to be fixed.
Like I'm some kind
of end to a dream.

Today I cracked a bone that echoed.
I let loose through teeth.