Hot metal homosexual;
a softening face boy-like, baby glabrous,
yellow-toothed rat, cook buzzard, sewage,
muscle crab autonomous twitching
[Kafkaesque poltergeist of raw parts]
and technicians------blur    soften    blur
brilliant mind of insect's fecal droppings,
fruits de mer, pungency of cured meat/boy.

I love you...love you...love

by lack of legs, shyness, joy disappear
everything pain sailing, bad wheat, cold angles
of opportunistic love fetish darkness--hear the colors,
see the grey of a boy's shirt, jaw-hammer guillotine
ready for throat ripping just as obscenely as it came in from the florist shop
[kick this horticulturist addiction
following morning with an Eastern vice]. (125)

They Die. I Die. We All Die.

Can tongues lick these sandals? Shit with the same intensity?
Puerto de los Santos, Puerto Rico, this will die somewhere
in the distance of dogs barking communist incentives, God--
or baboon and be done with assholes exposed [it's getting dark
in here, the children are remembering tarantulas] in desolate,
dim moon. Dim stars--dry and balmy swamp smells of spiders
refusing to die, die again as martyrs. (37)

Vultures thin air like death in neutral dim, the TV...

junk spewed out of you, lips chapped---jack-off
summer storm blew showers northward quick--Allie
arrives in pale musk trailing off her chemise while summer
people drug run drag eyes in cemetery heat.
It hits you in Tangier:
forget-me-nots
ash pits
caramel cake.

Drag like US drag, cocktail lounges open for the afternoon.
It's tea time and I say: load shotguns, black dog, avert eyes.
Through urine streets I come for you, not the bartender or cypress
stumps, or sweating bodies, junk build-up. Not the customers
from musky darkness, not the Canadian army blowing down
Subdivision street--where does it come from?
A grin legs between sky blue soon there go...go...go
dead armadillos. (13).