SUMMER LIGHT

You are not the smell of dog
or the detachment that made New England famous
behind enemy behinds

smell of the clean laundry
when you're jonesing for the hannukah decorations
of the 'normal' setting on the cell phone

the sniper having taken the weekend off
to catch up on Tintin
or order some haggis maybe

looking into the arbitrary
ass-intention of novelists
I seem to be anally fixated tonight

Manhattan air-raid drill
quickly turn out all the lights
was what Kurt Cobain meant by it's less dangerous

I feel idealized and ten days away
from being out on my ass again
ass again

I think the last time I saw an ass in summer light
wait are we talking sun or moon light

 

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