THE TAINT OF SOME KIND OF JOY

dimes for tears and hubcap scarecrows larping at noon
so the afternoon is less pointless, and everything’s Jake
and the moon is a positive swing, where your barrows
slump; like a given demise.
and Today is some kind of foolish drivel
some kind of joy
that preens in the window of hell’s best mirror
and kills the time you’re living in
with a drop of asparagus
chumming the waters of a shark’s lust
in a bloodless Everywhere.
we can’t seem when the obvious is cool.
only dream when the hook
is a fish.

and the fire
a drum.

II

feel free to sleep in my dream.
i will conjure you, to bring a north to southerly
and cast the feral medallions of our constant bloom
to the meadows, where our trenches deliver
a constant block of blue honey
and all Sunshine
a Moon.