Only Your Good Boy Violence

1

 

It was like

 

palm trees in a line

outside the building

 

I catch my sight

by: I get it

 

and it goes. Girl

overtakes me

 

in her leopard coat.

Angora guy

 

sweeps up his zone.

A river

 

slides behind

the palms, and the sound.

 

I tune it all out

too, each getting

 

a rush in. I get

the feeling grows.

 

 

2

 

I take

 

my pill daily,

and the days go by

 

a curb. I leave

to cross,

 

now, to turn

the one-way.

 

Not memory:

I wear the jacket

 

new, hand-painted

blue. All over

 

it was like:

always meet

 

your next in fuss

-free pomade.

 

Few wear gloves

in warm winter.

 

 

3

 

He swayed

 

as if he had me

with his traps.

 

It was just down

to his face.

 

When I inhaled

the air of him

 

I felt as if

I’d only know.

 

He was sweet

when he talked.

 

His mouth closed up.

Orange pullover

 

and a cling job.

I came away,

 

not even changed

by the ripeness of his lips.

 

4

 

In that office

 

I saw a plant 

so green it was like:

 

I insist. Being

nowhere else

 

became its own

effect. I lacked

 

a window,

so couldn’t

 

let in a wind,

couldn’t upgrade

 

the moment to

its movement as

 

I would have it:

my body, proven;

 

the plant, hanging

up and

 

 

5

 

shaken.

 

It was like snow,

unexpected.

 

Temporary

yes, but there

 

I go, into it.

There are beams

 

between buildings

so that support

 

 

is some bird

upon them.

 

Parallel

facility:

 

I’m to say who.

And don’t.

 

As if the good

it does to be good

 

 

6

 

for me now

 

won’t fall apart.

I see a bench

 

on and on.

Puffy boys

 

will motion to

the dirty birds

 

it was like

resistance

 

to notice, so

I did. And do,

 

differentiating:

the faster

 

you go, the lighter

it feels, car-wise,

 

like memory.

Because it was.