i’d take a bag of flour in the face
for you i’d snag my heart on the
bottom &/or surface in a mist of
public liabilities to scrawl your
initials on a crusted pylon this is the
way i show affection + my trophyish
status in a land of freaks i’m so cool
i’m miles up a tree above you all &
i’m several times drunk launching
myself off the rocks i’m all things to
you a river & some hyphenated cattle
so love me in aerosol terms don’t
even laugh if i tether my dog to
this plastic afternoon machine