Two dumb drunks
not offing
themselves.
Rooftop Lawnchairs
The sunset simply
is
Vomit Placebo Art
Magenta Gold
watercolors
splay a lucid fog
and God paints.
Roof repairers:
Ice cold calluses;
shit one hand,
wish in the other.
None children
factory wife work
placement profession
artifice
Night nearly cold
by westwind colder.
Baby Tooth Stars
Lack pen, paper.
If lightning
I would feast
in Tallest Trees
on Fried Cat,
If thunder
squeeze jet-
liners like
Momma’s
mouse.
But I am not a
metaphor
wrapped in
blankets.
Why bother going
back inside?