I. tomboy
tomboy is an awkward rose with red flesh
tomboy is American summer
she hangs on beehives with callused honeycomb hands
hive child running wayward and somnolent away from apiary adulthood
tomboy is Poseidon's epithet on land
she said
something i ask of you-
don't be lame when you're dead
tomboy dreams of skeletons spray painting tombstones, hers is a watery grave
"I'm still here shit heads!"
it was the only thing that hitched her heart to her chest before bed
it's a cruel world but it's cool!
tomboy is the dragonfly floating in the pool.
II. baby girl
baby girl, big breasted boom box bitch
bereave me of my badness
Boring behemoths, bled me dry baby girl
I'm bankrupt and my thoughts banal
boxed up baby girl is ready to be born again
bless me baby girl though I have sinned
baby girl buys blow from her royal bloodline (baby girl was banished)
the buzzards are buzzing around a banquette of baby girl's berry blood
baby girl told me baptism is barbaric (she's the opposite of benign)
and
she's got the breath to freeze the balls off a brass monkey
baby girl is bored of your bloated bullshit (she'd like to put a bullet in your brain)
simply
baby girl is a bear in the body of a ballerina
get in bed with baby girl and you might believe me.
III. jackrabbit
sweet jackrabbit, taxidermy lover
paleontological prince
jackrabbit on the orient express is a three thousand mile step away from you
back at the bar, jackrabbit drinks a lagunita and thinks about what he might eat
as his last meal
he would chew on a beautiful bone, his life an open parenthesis
he sleeps in hysterics among the ghosts of the inanimate objects that haunt him
the specters spectate from their sectors
jackrabbit is a home wrecker and the father of three children
he's living in a suburb
of deepwood lilies, dog-tired loneliness
the subtleties of his own breath, his own heartbeat a countdown from sacrosanctity
gentle jackrabbit, the g's and the j's
alphabet soup jackrabbit, pull your appetite from the grave
waterloo friend, inimitable drowner
jackrabbit on the fourth of July, patriotic gambits
mystic pizza jackrabbit leaning on his elbows, ordering you your tragic hero on a platter
look at jackrabbit, combing his fur in the shade of the willow tree
(flies in the buttermilk, skip to my lou my darling)