S c o u t F a l l e r —


loverboy paradigm/catullus remix


let me do what kissing
           implies                  suck syrup off your
eyes, let your f
ace fall into pools
            scooped up                      in the mirrors
of mine meet me
           mouthy                 melt
           into spring           tendrils of light
reach me           frenzied
you                                    freak me
out!
i throw you     away       to form a
distinction.
 texture                           confounding
                    the limits
          of space, the energy
                                         held in the snap of
          release. i pushed
                                         down, the crowd
          surged i can’t be asked
          to carry the coin
          of your face— spit
          like a penny
          dipped in orange
          ade angels look
          on and forget
          their own names,
          reminding me aphrodite
                     kept a
                     mirror                                 and a shell
                                  my heart
          beats to break
                            it up somehow
                                 i can’t even
                                         look at you now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THIS POEM IS PERFECT


when i sit on the toilet i piss
is a line that will fix poetry
about american cities
arrived at wildly
doing numbers all over history
it fails to drain patriotism
from its language, a tether
missing between cities
and this pouring
rain we throw ourselves a self-
evident wrench we
hate the state, love walking in
blue suede memphis shoes, we’re
full of piss, this city has
no public bathrooms, a country
music sidebar behind a
scrim of diner menus
—that’s perfect. this poem takes
edits to deletion, becoming
a cradle of potential when i’m
hydrated it sprays
lemonade, a beverage
for people who hate
lemons but love their nature, like my
hair in strawflowers after bleach
or men when they date
a thing, perfect and drinkable
our metropole days shooting
themselves open after a rain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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