spoons

poached eggs on toast
& a peach
the sky falls
guys put
gold on bones
til a way of life
sticks
poetry for the last
time is not work
i have no insurance
you have no blimp
an army of bridal
showers
blankets the future
i would join the army too
if i were a lizard
but no
that’s not how it is
my heart waters like yours
claims nothing
& customers just
happen
like government
is the day inside us
memorial
day pops
it’s spleen de paris
look busy in the face
no blah the melody
a good job is
pellegrino
caps & shutters
your name in my
pocket
& the moon rolls
down the street
to spit on us
quick
let’s make out
quick
in front of these kids