Oh look I got birthday in the mail
Crinkly cuddly I want to put birthday between
my knees
Lie on the couch twist and smash an hour
Into goat cheese stuffed chicken breasts
Meaty and layered in thyme, parsley, and
chipotle
The upgrade birthday solar revolution version
With additional gigabytes and a moon roof
To allow the lunar landscape to peel into a
birthday
That comes with sunglasses because the
brightness is ebullient in the darkness
Oozing of the gray wintry husk breath of a
birthday Monday
Yawning the week and wow like getting a mom
tattoo on one’s ass cheeks
Bifurcated letters by the anus and doing cartwheels
to spell transposed w’s into m’s
A reminder of what she made some sunk set of
hours into this evening
Stash birthday in a luggage compartment with
a sausage link umbilical
Bloody bird’s nest placental afterbirth sack
squishy to hardened leather tan
Stuff a bean bag chair full of birthday to
squash in the living room
Lean breasts over lump and play Nintendo
Contra
Up up down down left right left right B A
select start
Again and again until birthday stacks in the
master bathroom closet
Like prophylactic hoarding for all the
intercourse between bodies
Stunting birthday, dodging birthday, growling
down birthday
When love or hormones make one want to let
birthday loose from the cage
To pick birthday over a minx or a shepherd
fluffy or howling
Birthday wants to come out to play in a wet
slick forest of saplings
Rising trunks thickening circumference
needles elongated
Spires clawing at god for a finger lick in
the clouds
Broadening for a birthday axe to come round
That enough is enough birthday, the trolls
need their tooth pick
Mongrels need to eat, bellys be hungry for
birthday consuming the accretion
To make room on the slave ship sailing West
financed by wild forests marched into plots
Fields of birthday lined grids of birthday
categorized as a good life, an honorable life
A pleasant life, a horrible meat-blood fest
of a life, a blasphemous life
A repentant life to one’s birthdays stacked
in a wooden stump attempting regrowth
In each iteration glazing the sensation of a
revolution
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