HARRY
I WHO USED TO CARE HOW LOVE HAS CHANGED PRINCE HARRY
Just picked up daytime Medical Pot It only has traces of THC
said the young spacey assistant You can even drive! But will
I thrive +come to care more about Megan Markle’s looming
princess-hood? I’m actually hoping not to be such a buzzkill by
constantly drawing attention to my long suffering family (*12
consumptives among us) Or go on+on about my degenerat ..
BUZZKILL!
Let us start anew On a recent night I stood pressed against hard
bodies Mod Club Trucker’s show Hyperventilation seconds away
A good 200º fahrenheit Sweat trickling into waistband of Mom Jeans
A body odored melancholy about the hipster crowd Facebook about to
go down Boomers not dying off +leaving plumb jobs fast enough
(Yes Buzzkill..)
One magnificent girl all Stormy Daniels blonde+buxom+swaying sidled
up to me She edged my husband out of the way +planted a THC tasting
kiss upon my lower lip (not a BUZZKILL) She said: Baby you taste like
tequila +smell so pleasant Do you ever dream queer dreams? Yes! Just
recently my car careened wildly +turned into a surfboard as I hit Lake Ontario
Run away with me?
Last night we huddled under an awning at Billy Bishop Airstrip April snow
turning to purple rain Her white t-shirt wet +clinging The scent of baby powder
wafting Lighting out for new territories Taos and later San Miguel de Allende
This kind of queer dream?
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I wish I were a girl again. Half savage and hardy. And free.
Nelly, do you ever dream queer dreams? Yes, now and then.
(Wuthering Heights Emily Bronte 1847)
Spring 2018
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