Rant
78
Because
you refuse to remove
the foreskin
from the tip
of your enthusiasm
or so we
were told
to infer
one criterion or
another for going on
and on
with a description
of the noise
vented
in this very room
revealing fewer drafts
and much
is made
of the wind
which finally funnels
down to a hair
shy of soothing whispers
what was
hot
what was not
too confused
one's got a
lot to fish for
hairpin
turns
taken
aback out beneath
your screwed tight
cleats
whose turf
was artificial
which staircased forms
were distended
by bloodshot vision
the siren
calls
each morning
upon his return
from antiquity
still ringing
between
his hands
two ears
between his legs
crossed spirals
blue and true
until a
swivel
returned
vision of hips
to shots
from warm stools
nothing
sits well
on shattered glass
eyes
these days
dry as sand
proves
forthright
an agenda
spun out the sides
of cotton mouths
and jawbreakers
Rant
150
Something
in the way
you'd move
those pawns
from around
the queen.
The bishops
are just so
black and white.
At night,
the castles
drop like skies;
they drop
from the sky
just like that.
The
king
surrounded himself
until there wasn't
any room to live
in.
Rant
151
So anyway,
the king surrounded
himself
until
there was no room
to give in.
To live in.
Maybe.
It's true
the pawns
crowded around
the queen
and she found
sleep
difficult
at
night.
The pawns
crowd around
the queen
and she can't breathe.
Rant
152
Something
in the way
you'll move
those pawns,
files of shame,
for the
queen.
Remove her
like no other.
The pawns,
they protect
her from
what;
they protect
you from lust.
All she couldn't
do was dance.
All you
wanna do
is remove
those lancets
from your guts.