Eight Love Poems

1. even yr spicy shadow has a grid you replace yr least used body parts with tulips, peonies, wild ferns     detach harmless animals     log into a death grip giraffe: peer over the fence rhino: rampage like bowling balls elephant: pound happenstance into the ground pepper    store yr clouds on zip drives 2. slide yr finger over     make love to the esc key     click let me out of here     click let me out of here     after you inhale the toothy breeze you echo chalk out     a cloud of powder like a misty universe of angels deep in yr furry data yr navel whispers inaudible key strokes as yr tv expires 3. squeeze lemon over yr paper doll & it blooms open its pages    its text tells of walnut trees    forge yr own domain     yr viny hair yields a melon at each tip against yield anti-virus software hums address    youd better hand over the paper hand over the paper before it bleeds 4. static arms the limping vein imprecise dial     scanner rampage does it find you   amidst the mossy map   predilection     soft armored in static the blessing runs a tiger splashes into indecipherable lines     too soft, imprecise   yr in this limping gift     no the wiry box discharges not a flash sure enough to predict yr whereabouts slipping 5. whats yr cosign    is it cogent = swim well?      now the tangent is spiders spinning little crunchy tastes like pomegranate tissues pockets popping in yr mouth tastes like colder colder something purple & white     meet you across bicycles at the movies something colorful playing always   co-hold yr tan hand 6. clean twangs from yr eardrums leaving thoughtless the urge the state bird flag flower     hear the crane & bulldozer continuo past the rose covered wire fence     hear the punctuation marks caress the sheets feeding out of the printer     hear the sticky points of tacks penetrating crispy bulletin board hear the connection magnets compel fertile white refrigerator 7. yr formulaic dove devises a flight pattern that shuttles n/s but yr foggy clock mandates nothing     in delusional glow the glassy barometer dims yr vehement fizz the slashing blades of the slide rule yr taut ripe plaintive sediment like twisting circumferences radii split you make you legion 8. plainly you touch what you want to touch grazing smooth plastic im-malleable grooves alternative with lines of yr fingertips     the playing like a bow drawn across violin arrow in hand is excruciating symphonic yet mute     minute atonal     now please touch my jaw that way 2 days unshaven

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