Love Poem in Marshmallow
oh the fights of anymore and the truth
in the kitchen junkdrawer Ed would spend all night
rooting through for just one factprotest, protest the knock on the door
when masturbating and it’s interruptus rexI really had a spangle of moment, there,
where the canyons came clean and
the hoarse coyote yipyapped clearbut in this lesser eastern range
the wolf is dead, the bear is dead,
the deer is just a head on the wall
or eyes in the headlightyou promised me a chug chug chuggatrain
of endless journey and left me standing at the station
like a Bette fucking Midler song you bastardI wait for the horn section and moist rescue moment
but the rain sweeps the dirt down the thin hill
as mud and slurps at boot or shoe or hope
and your long shadow is clouded
by clouds