Trusting Cats

there's no price for these eyes
memories of tracer worms in lapis lazuli skies
we'll SOS but it's nothing like distress:
Just sending a signal with nothing to confess
in our post-eruption Ashford matte plain grey dress
a Mexican radio DJ's shadow at best



what do they mean
these mechanisms of peace and grace
between human beings
  better to be a hagfish or a snake, we'd rate
twist yourself into gordian knots
slither in under empathy's anal fin
to consume compassion from within


we see the white walls and we want to paint them black
whip out our chalk and give it an honest whack
at drawing lepido-geometry
revealing the angels on their pins
gave away our Hagomoro after giving it a spin
we manufacture our own with each refraction grin



Penises are wonderful, penises are great,
every penis Bustah saw Bustah tried to take!
In his mouth or in his ear or in any given hole
Bustah Rhymes in his room with 20 men's rigid poles!
   he gasps and prances in delight
   before dropping his trousers quick as a light
and getting filled with so much semen he rolls



A la reunión de las grullas donde el rio se transformó en pantano años veces de antes —
tis the season to shed a skin
let the pinions grow right in
true and curved and angled thus
our new plumes they do impel us
to gather, corroborate, and glisten