His view of it all like a waltzing boat
found it well, whatever the sounding:
he rode it out on top.

Henry Incinerator danced all night
destroying.

I bike not just to get places but to get off the ground:
you don’t have to be going somewhere to be somewhere,
going.

let’s try a more
domestic framing, angle your hands
in the shape of a rooftop, someone was waiting

mysterious ocean mirrors
being that blaze
that fail at spawned oxygen meters

Stand up facing the wall, chair behind you. Not feet splayed outward, you cannot go that low

I hugged myself
and it changed my aerodynamics.
I began spinning out of control.

I like it when I’m looking
At a woman’s wrists
I like it when a woman likes to look at my wrists

I was the poolboy but it was billiards
I got up on the table with a feather duster
and did a little dance like the honeybee

there’s only one season under capitalism
spring