dracula in recess

we do everything.

while you enjoy the pompous pleasure

 of wonderment, befuddled



over which veto to employ,

we register to bleed. oh, positive

is good for everyone, no doubt.



blue skies mean sunburn.

my back is wet from sweat, 

not a river's swift boat to el dorado.



give back my back.

relish your own dog,

i'm on break: broken.



the floor is wet with red tears because you dream to ask not.

if things get done, why can't we share

a lion taco? i'll eat the clause.



sense is never made of such constructs; that's why art is better

in a heap of plasma, milk,

reflected moorings, and de-heaping tweezers.



tweezers made by us.

we do everything, and in our time.

we make time in which



our autograph is a shadow on the spittle

reserved for shining things

up. making things


butter. making things toast.

making mouths

water