Down by the river
was it bombs or kisses? It took me weeks
to get those
broken kites out of my mouth
sticks poked holes in my brain & the moon boomed in,
internal hatpin
milking The Zombie's eyeball.
Actually,
I'm not so big on torture,
preferring the euphoric touch
where the string's end gets tied to a toothache
& bells spit out a bloody yippee
whenever you sneak out
& slam the door.
-in the empty bowl of a has been
-in the sticky distance of a drowning fly swims
toward that lone Cheerio,
-in a wink, tossed across a crowded party & demolishing
the polite wall of chatter
-here on The Lush West Coast
where passion's a crime against nature,
you stuck your tongue out
& I felt infinity
—filling my ear
like rock & roll
—Jeffrey Miller
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