There’s a Place in France

it had to be on a thursday
to study or we became bisexual
in the personalities of superheroes
now really, is this the time
to give out noble truths
of wartime silent factions
who never understood protestants
& break with utter faith
but feel secure by fishnets
they call a surge in forces
regret mixes with adrenaline
to wax ourselves into shapes
that look up the color of cocktails
to yell out in middle of a midnight

Abuse Like Beauty

it beats waiting tables
suddenly our positions terminate
with immigration aliases
& score this magazine beat
that some untraded colonial power
speaks to in spanish fleets
that the soul exits bodily
or a perfume called noblese oblige
in every carpenter’s hall
promises of dirty martinis
in glorious summer back in beirut
when daddy can medicate this
today i’ll collect ceramics
to say nothing of symptoms

Hearts for a Lesbian Kitchen

out with my coffee pot
i could ice my way finished
if sisters of an impatient sailor
are no cooking channel ladies
to muscle their rocky builds
& certify this test completion
no one knows lupercalia
or a touch of the tar brush
this was after a drink & auctions
& dissected topics in three roads
what matters this water bottle hooka
shaken like the barn in footloose
ends obligatory days of fast
my hat should go in the ring

Starve a Cold

what dead arrives my sleep
kidnapped dream they tell me
grandma this is red rover
stymied by medications
and a last nights affront
to books of self-possession
for a warrior uncomplicated
this buddha of the food chain
it was my roomate’s album
with crossdressers who serve
answers in film noir voiceovers
stolen with children’s blankets
i never want to see them again
it was the road to recovery