in honor of being ABD– 2 more Beowulf WIP trans yea



Set a new tonsil                       on tonsil, me too.

Cigarette second                      weaving silver weight.

Fairies can’t make them          handsome

on hearsay                               being rhymed.

They’re switched at birth         shitting, eating

freedom to kill                         Saturday night vigil.


See the one hand bear              rotten elegy

scented scythe whirling           stop my love song

hater and he wrote                   four ways hell ever dreamt

digesting libel                          denying weathervane.


Our first Mapplethorpe           a clay first-born

first rate photo set                    free and shielding her

unbound bathrobe                   washing Beowulf’s side

motion’s mirror friend                        mincing a foot canker


fortune five hundred                fattening older man

ever merciful                            my middle years

getting under her opening        phoning herself


are you sleepy, old wolf?         safe with broken one

I said you say                          ampersand flight

forget for once                         what a conatus

and fertile glib                         on deep water

are you Neptune?                    No, I’m not anyone


new lay of new lay                   belly in the middle

sorrowful necktie                     they get on sound reason

forget eager stream                  early morning fading

mating mare straight                mountain broke-down


gliding over car-seat                givin’ it to ‘im well

winter is  filming                     get-away tourist bait

seven nights wanking              he’s an excellent afterbite

hefty marmaduke                     faking American Tide

on heat waves                          hold my picture.



Then he sought            sweaty Ethel
lee of his laudanum     long brandishing
freezing their vagary    very vulgate
burned bagels              beautiful wither
sunbeam stains            soda glazed


phone when it’s good for you             are worse than a guessing game
there to hear the razor              going where don’t

crime recorded             gift to crumbles durst
all night long at first                neon building

be a wolf-man’s load               bearing exceptions
where the worn feeling            winning mind answers

be our trinket               in breaking space
sad guest from his thigh          sooth I’m telling you
fading merry stranger              marinate
your face is a nice one             don’t I need other men?


Vituperated                  night visitor
inky beauty then          wearing bacon they get
unctuous theorems      that with angry second

I will dream nesting     on that gryphon’s tungsten

half-done sworn naked            the written sundering
hard and handy            waiting with iron fixtures
wearing thought I        know he would frame me

flood ice and fear         fleeting meat

rather run home           knowing framing would
start with answering     onesie-wearing
fifth universe               a faded photograph


why do we all end it?   weather accidents
nibbling night              an orphan wind
has a grim underwear  –you’re wearing it there
with my reflexes          mud on rear end

spare me with leather   –exorcise mine

hard, and looking         healthy, but from a distance


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