The Morning
I peed somewhere wonderful.
minks shriek. war war war
the cable channels give up.
monday is still again.
sam notices bethany
has no more nipples.
things r urgent again
+ the duct tape sells out.
a humpicane sauces over
the carolinas drowning women
and children first. like in
butter. moby has a new
dish set to sell. CA residents
oink. happy as butchers.
this poem is too open
and sarcastic just
like jesus’ hairy cunt.
bellows like a grouper.
mandy was sold again. to make room for more children.
in the end. there was no abstence. hard cocks and wet holes
worn out won out. my plymouth. hurrah’d. I’d want 2 fuck
children but only in the classic waspy ways now seen on TV.
the igloos shutter frozen window holes. w seal skins. my safari
tent goops. it starts to rain gorp. or little heart sized rabbit shits.
it was a short book that had no memory. or quizzes.
I’m accessible here like a good poem or handicap bathroom.
crayons fucking crayons.
u found crayons in my liver
doing what exactly
only narrows the color.
Will Burke is from Portland, Maine. His chapbook “The World is Full of Peasants.” is out by Slash Pine Press.
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