Nonsense

i am a flower bottomed fool
hunting arachnids at dawn
shrilling flat notes across still water

shoulder straps fainting

lucidly down white tenders
i sit and wait for my lover
who smells like me
has no money

nor an interesting thing to talk about

remember in my story
how you wept on the monument
your tears staining the feet of soldiers
row men

who killed amply and without judgment
your eyes do that now
rip throats out from beneath my fairy tales

your hands are deeper then they used to be
i think you’ve burnt a real levy this time
the shores agree and mock my tone

creeping
like your hair brushed along my back

im soothed by the patience
and friendly eyes
are beaming love knots
tying me to a fever
that begins below the skin

have me for dinner
and don’t look at me once
just mouth words
like pacifier

and forget-me-not

wishes like be the one

please i beg

for scraps from the table

bits of meats

ripped with your teeth
glistening with your spit
the devouring of my mind