the garden of earthly delights

whipping cream and icing may
trigger pervs in odd charades
underneath a floral swim
we’re turned on to squid sea men

beaked man starts his circus club
rapping knuckles and rearing love
assigning each our partner prey
we bloom and boom on laps all day

charming rings and leading players
master of our hidden lair
preacher! preach thy sordid word
you’re the most persuasive bird

feather dust me from behind
hang me well come morning time
twinkle wink and cross my eyes
i take the bait between cockled thighs

love node

let me out at the waist
what you show barely tells
of paste made of mistakes
hard dots to ding bells
flubbed blubber to handle
my frantic release
your hub rubs at angles
to numb bony disease
the elastic impressions
raw to the touch
outlines a midsection
you’ve branded and cussed
but please don’t blaspheme
your peanut butter bulk
glossy mounds nearly clean
give no reason to sulk
consider it an asset
a splendid area span
balloon out and clasp it
fat folded and crammed
I crave and admire
your comfort food guilt
sure to spare than tire
another notch in your belt

song of ill will in the morning (or jealousy and murder on the farm)

rise and rhyme to folksy sweep
yellow yolk and scrapple meat
cowboy coffee opens eyes
throw fits and fists when once realized
last night while my head was resting
after you sweetly good-night-kissed me
you snuck past the barn behind the hay
to meet and sleep a secret stray
I followed footprints around the shed
that led to a makeshift liaison bed
shirts peeled and tossed like orange rinds
panties balled and floored come dawning time
I found you two naked like a set of twin babes
save straw and dust stuck to your flanks
extracting confession proved pointless and grim
like splitting the hairs on your hound dog skin
death to you both! i laughed and hollered
as i threw steak knives into each cheating collar
perused you and her, red mouths matching
frozen wide in the faint blue morning
ring fingers tangled in wrung embraces
smiting your wrongs into crooked faces
two salty eyed darlings in a manger casket
deaf and dumb, quick as bats bloodlet
as i walked home i considered my harm
and how much is left to fix on the farm
besides deciding where to hide the corpses
i must tend to the sheep and cattle and horses

Steeple People

...And shall we reign?

Rain we shall. Across the sky and over the border, until the sea fills
up with us and there's no room left for water.

Like an abundance of babies born during summer?

Naked and spanked, we'll turn whines into laughter, until our volume
becomes a light steady thunder. We'll cut off our tops and attach
further down, the tighter we bind, the less we'll be loud. There'll be
no arms, no eyes, no smiles nor bosoms, just our feet and legs and the
bottoms they bud from. We'll stay as one brain, one blood group, one
belly, a panting four-legged utility beauty.