turn the shades in bed she would never separate page without harming triangles
on the would never her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her head bed blue rip
the covers over blue rip the words with lipstick pencil red
open the pulls he would never head in bed blue turn the shades
in bed she traces all the cover blue turn the cover blue turn the
shades in bed red turn the covers overs overs over blue turn
the cover blue turn the one before she traces all the bed she pages
with lipstick pencil red draws two bulging bed blue is no good in
bed blue a red drawing two bulging pulls the one bed she would
never her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her head
in bed blue a red rips the covers overs overs over blue turn
the cover blue turns the blue yawns and the bed blue turns
he pulls the cover blue turn the would never separate pages
blue yawns and the shades in the covers over blue is no good in
bed blue yawns and jumps from the covers over the blue rip shades
in bed blue is no good in bed blue insides red turn the shade in bed blue a red
open the shades in bed blue is no good in bed blue is no good in bed
blue is no good in bed she would never her her her her her her her her her
her her her her her her her her her her her her her
in bed blue turn the shades in bed she pulls the pulls pulls
the morning in bed blue is no good in bed she page without harming
the bed blue is no good in bed blue is no good
Gil Ott quote via Charles Bernstein's jacket2.org.
The Fourth Night of the Fifth Year
Stop reading: Things have gotten tense
Between the Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer locked in the barn. Jed wakes
The largest rooster, which, in turn, interrupts
His old, bitch mother’s wild dream. Night
After night drunk as if pulled through a kaleidoscope
Basal carcinoma breeches its surface
A mighty flip for the almighty then back — BACK
Through the airlock. It’s silent here amongst no chicks
Which switch as though ejaculated. Standing nude, monolithic
In the sun, the Farmer forced to clean up after the Bodybuilder.
Stars drip from the padlock lovely beneath the latch.
I can see you, Jed.
The Sixth Night of the Fourth Year
You can continue to stop reading: Things ain’t well
Between the Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer has kept in the big, red barn
And Milk, who, it is written,
Whether or not anyone reads, has continued to
Dream prodigiously like a pig eating its own shit
The Caesar wears like a pendant. Butchering’s 50 percent
What isn’t written, she always said, and that is to say:
Milk’s lunches have gotten slim.
Less meat landing at the padlock, less meat on the Farmer.
One man opening his hand toward another
Will take something for memory. Jed takes
But won’t remember.
The Eighth Night of the Third Year
You mustn’t read on: Mother is dead
Under a blanket dancing all of her little ones
Their loudest cottons torn along floorboards
Dancing through the eye of a needle.
No mountain passes but saying—oh—saying there are
Mountain passes cut and in between
Remind me: The Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer locked in the big, red, burning barn
So many years ago, still, are cocooned back-to-back and hung
From the bark of the Alamo tree. I, the poet, sing to them every night
After night drunk as if pulled through a kaleidoscope
Hoping you will love.
