new year

so quickly this all became.
the moon lolling swollen
swaddled in cheese cloth;
fat christmas cookies rolled
into the new year are suspended,
distracted in fingers,
over wide-mouthed milks.
one, two, four percents to a whole--
gift me enough couches, god,
and i will true myself like a wheel.
lay and fat laugh and true.

comedy

I rode a fat old lion for fun, 

for the balm of his lope.

Lions are invisibly bright, 

like carrots growing orange under the ground.

Their tops allure you.

I think I'm prey,

'cause I freeze and my eyes bug out

for you, baby.