Let's share a milkshake.
In your claws I feel like tweed
suitcoats wore by sullen gentlemen.
who waged geometric infanticide further down the avenue
Dig, Daddy-O?
The answers do not come quick
when your drugged and buttered.
Meet me in St. Louis, Missouri
& we will visit tragedy & his lonely clowns.
You are
notably untidy and always straying from your quoted rates
my heart predicts catastrophe. Green hero
you press into my sleep, you're a walking village in ruin and I'm your
favorite assassin. I wave knives like baby cheerleaders wave
fingers in protest of opponents more imposing
legs, the funny limbs, akimbo
still, there.  In December, the leaves turn.  O,
Pine, O Dear, Oh what wouldn't we give to be deciduous?
O Disaster--the tape on the answering machine by the radiator has left me here.
You make for a worthwhile habitat, Your ribcage, your bones. I scurry to your lungs for assurance
that my time is worthwhile. My time is painted red. My time: O, like a clock:
how redly it passes, how swift and scarlet, how aching, how true.