Queer Lush

I bought you some gloves
because I know how much you love
and I know how much I don't
and seeing you smile
because I remembered
our conversation over pints
about how small your fingers are
for your height
is enough of an easy gamble
to get me off my seat and do
what I am not accustomed to, at least around you.

Hopefully though, you'll love them because they're pink
and not because you expected nothing from me
five months removed from Christmas.
My gold star badge will be my secret.
I remember dialing but not
what I yacked about for an hour that night.
Remember how long it took me
to remember what your stupid favorite color was
along with your last name?
For what they are,
and I will eat your joy for what they mean
inside me.

To My Baby Sister (Troccol)

The dragon lived for hundreds of years.  The scales were so big that when he shed the towns people would gather them up and add them to their kitchens.

Every scale was the size of a dinner plate and shined like ocean water when sunlight struck.  Sometimes he would shed whiskers when he managed to make it beyond the high grass along the tops of dunes to tan his broad belly.  The whiskers, fifteen feet long, washed up days later and the towns people would put loops on them and use them for fishing rods.

The dragon was named Troccol, because every day when he would wake up he would yawn and his trill was so large it shook the air.  "troccollllll" his voice would boom and then stretch and roll over and tree trunks snapped beneath the barrel of his body.

He would get up on the stumps of his four legs, tail whipping to and fro like a fly wing, and ramble to the shore.  He breathed fire when he could put his mind to it.  If he was really hungry, truly, everything inside Troccol would grow and mix and belch through him and lick a light from his flint teeth and scorch the ground.

Every season he would wake and make his trek to the sea to swim and eat and be.  Villages stood between his cove and the sea and he trampled them each year to feast.  The towns people would scatter when they saw the fire on the horizon.  They knew Troccol was coming and they knew he would spare no one along his path.

But there was one knight foolish and headstrong enough to believe he could be Troccol's match.  On the fifteenth year, the two hundredth day, he stood before the pool of Troccol's cove and witnessed his rise through the water from the mouth of the under water cave.

His scales shimmered bright green, his whiskers, mud brown waved like branches of an oak.

As he rose and planted one hut sized foreclaw and then another, water washed from his sides on silver drops of dew.  His jaws opened wide, fire from his nostrils spewed.  He yawned and the knight's iron helmet rattled against his ears.  Troccol's black eyes opened and saw the knight in his silver clad leather boots, his voice still booming back against the distant hills.  And to the knight it came "I am Troccol, who are you?"

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Geese

I brought bread.
The duck baby keeps diving.
Fishing like I wish I could.
I brought bread, but the shoals are
spilling over with plates so I
skipped a rock and it bounced two timer over his beak.
The couple
laughs because they've been
talking about how difficult it's been
for him to skip rocks and I
have been winging them
like a full time starter
on an em ell bee team.

It's been
a little bit of back pocket hawk.
Chilling to say the least.
I think I am,
but what they are
is beginning to flirt with the beast.

The rock goes and it makes
a little bit of wave and the bit
bites the water and the water waves
bite the first
across the sandbar and it goes
to bite the lip.  Heave away my johnnies
heave a way out through.

The geese resettled.  Cross river and
the tugboat captain lights up the lock.

We're far too late.

Dollar Store Freebase

Songs about cops in roundabouts and doing
the same because we eat at the same places and
it is a little bit hilarious when we have run ins
on easy terms.  Just fish in a pond.

Needs are forming again.  Jealous of your friends
to this day. I want our weekends to meet up
and then?  We all get bloused?  Crook nosed
induced piss contested lip falled hullabalooooooo.
No.  Yes green eyed quiet pet over sead
airplane blued sky highed and

grounded.  What would you like with that burger?
Okay, boss.  Am I really crying
because I know I disappointed you sweetheart?
I tried.  I effing put in the time.

I had this song wound up
about iron and rust and
the entire periodic table played in
to the point of a cloud of hydrogen glory
ruski style, but it came off flat
like bad soda
or maybe good koolaid.

Dollar store frisbee
two for four dollars.
I saw a sun hat that would look really good on me.
I saw a novelty flying disk, is frisbee patented?

My knuckles hurt and I want to turn the clock
to 1980 something.  To undo.  If you
punch out the tag of a vhs
it becomes recordable
if you happen to have a vhs player.

I almost peed my pants
when I pierced
my own nips.

What I get at is.  A whole lot of psssssssh.
Don't be.  I'm a whole lot of I don't know
but what we are is a whole hell.
Chip chapping about toothpicks.
Eat a grit.  A little bit.
Toothpick chewing until we can
20 cc's, by the light
cylinder plastic grow.  Pe pe pe pe fwoooosh.

The world goes ash gray bullet time snow.