her body is a catapult for her eyes
her eyes are battering rams her touch is a torch
her moat has never been fathomed
her falcon faints at smells of springs
her tournament is a testament to lust
her banners are censored of color
her chainmail chastity belt has been picked
her horns mimic herald hounds retreating
her tower inspires clouds revolving
her dragon is inspiration for ruthless whim
her bard is bored her vats of oil make heathen salad
her eclipsed eyes hurl one to her floor
her garlic garlands waft over the compound
her totem is a mouse who never scampers
her dignity only shifts to feign endearment
_______
his curvature is a used albatross
his wingspan exceeds his attention span
his sand sandwich was prescribed for acute gastritis
his chaffed epidermis reveals an aptitude
his rebellious lassitude falls flat even though
his dimples are plates of twinkle on double bankrupt lawns
his tarnished trophy is a magnet for suburb dust
his only excuse is complete nausea& holistic miscarriage
his only figures of speech are rolling blobs of muscle
his favorite move was never recorded
his pulse a poem doomed to devour critics
his collections of butterfly parts all flunked
his oldest mop had never seen the floor
his nostrils dialate before magistrates
his only alibi was the remorseful albatross
his parents bought the highway new stripes
his good grades were a curse to the nation
his relations were proud and typically underdeveloped
his breath sought garlic and garlic it found
_______
they fly in sounds of grocery carts crumbling
they make shapes of planned crowds
they harm air by living meat lies
they met maker every morning for an audit
they are scarcely audible at our range of reason
they hunger to get muddy and fart
they pieced together a new orchestra of smiles
they hurry to seem casual
they shudder inbetween the commercials
they cook their pets al dente they spoon out greetings
they make love to the gutter or the web of time
they learn to lace their gravity suit
they pray to various concepts entrapped in motive
they ride bicycles for fun they windowshop the huts of the amazon
they glue new hair on shaved continents
they see as they are seen to be wary
_________
we were related the moment we wept
we never go to the cinema without mace or smuggled candy
we lean toward aggressive heros in passive modes
we wrecked the kite in a powerline and lived
we got drunk off of trestle rain we threw spitwads
we groom bed for action we install security systems for cribs
we sing only when not showered by shards
we polka tango breakdance but never swing
we drove over the city for a bag of lousy grass
we work for those who eat and sleep also
we slop tweet and compete for a living we told the cops nothing
we became the fled shadows that haunt extradition
we smoked the evidence in a sunset of style
we sold the portfolio to a wildlife conservatory
we poke our forks in the mud for spring taters
we eat the pototos and garlic
written March 20, year unknown--the Dulles
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