Appetizer for a Siren

I got nothing left

This fight was over six rounds ago

Frump blood cough

Let me wheeze

Dumpster lunch; sounds enough

The heaven oozed out lurched in parking lot

Like a dried slug traversing midday concrete

See the fucker fry

I want to be like Angus and the bacteria

Adapt multiply get up again, again, and again

This time like the so many, hope got me with that left hook

Chin slid sideways, cranium back, kidney seized

Cut, extract in warm bath words floating in red rose water

Swirling hemoglobin candy floss like no-wave goodbyes

Staring at toilet paper or recycle bins empty by curbs

Windows smudged in pollen summer’s bake

I do not even notice the seasons anymore

Time is one day, just blinks, flickering scenes in spasms

Of celluloid flapping the motion picture lens like masturbation

A man stands, a man falls, a man stands, a man falls

No Popeye spinach just rat hides and cockroach ass cheeks

Squished and frolicking in matted hair and crusted feces

Rotting like a Halloween pumpkin, watching limes and cucumbers

For her Pimm’s cup fester into blackened spores on the counter

One night of choices and sliced that vegetable into rounds

Thinking lengthwise was just a suggestion for the cocktail recipe

Split faith like this simple syrup was wanted approaching need

A space in a life appreciating gestures of forethought

Stable boy go back to sleep in the straw

Even the sheep want to be left alone

Moonlight is too bright just a phase

The fullness swallows, chokes on the black locks

The siren gnaws on his ingratiated grin bedazzled in the moonlight

Comatose glazed eyes like double hard-ons stuck paralyzed like a spider’s delight

Chewing his ear, sipping his cheek and cast casually into the sea

As flotsam, a quarter eaten nothing disinterest ranking below digestion