Heating Up

Lidya Grey forced a siesta on me
she was simply too much
three days of endless puppy love
walkies, four legs and such
including the tail she's got five limbs
add a curious snoofer for six
that's my favorite single-digit integer
so I guess she's pretty perfect



we put them on their pedestals
groom and feed them well
tell them they're the best of us
and when they fail it's hell
no slip-ups for the lionized
your laurels are not for sleep
flit about your sun, Icarus
among us wretched is where you'll weep



bring your adders to my breast
I'll suckle them with my blood
every creature deserves a life
— even a human one
full of murder and rape and spite
brief thrills at death and pain
that is what they'd have us believe:
Holy Fathers and their big brains



vibrate an angel's feather on harp
some things I've seen are in the dark
like memories from another life
of drive-thru lovers lost to time
bus-stop afternoons remain
while thirty years of abuse changed
constant turmoil boils skin-deep
— but it's just my flexibility