"... Turns out to be depression Then divorce or abstinence ..."

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Want To Floss Everyday

If we eat when empty &
When full where is appetite
Hidden too tall or small, lost?
Trap came a yellow boot
Like police too late and you
Wish you'd been more particular
In Florida the grass itched
But never deterred flip-flops
Hurt space between a soft spot
It happened with a woman
Round like a motherly Santa
Your teeth she said are a gift
Take them from me who has
Lost a body she said take it
From me who has since grown
Take it from me they are a gift
And I want to floss everyday
But don't a warning not care
Now it's January in San Francisco
Burning cedar on the street
Smells like Christmas at the DeMarcos
Candy charms in girlish ribbons
With a bite I thought cinnamon
Turns out to be depression
Then divorce or abstinence
Whichever is found out later
When Archetype learns the tricks
Eats the cake and wears heels
No more pedaled soft places
And certainly no more grass
When exactly did the looking
Glass turn violent was it small
or giant that the body doesn't fit?






The Game

The I's fell with sought respect
On floors swept with ambition
After others remit their bastions
Battalions may march too serious
There is no spunk to the warthog
Women darn their tasks in silence
With much godspeed to lurch
Men who think art is sport
Huck the blue toad to your brother
See if he can whisk lust afloat
The towel snaps round syntax
You must all think I'm a jerk
If the war never comes empty
Sounds drink nothing but silence
Air sunk to the bowels' voice
Is deepened with breaths overfelt
My cheeks are stiff tears &
Still don't know I'm crying