FAAAAAAT

let me please be a new element
the first radio active president
hero for the nuked goose liquor dog
howl lil moon to hunt an elk abt to bleed out
suicidal cowboy on his hippie tiger mount
feel nothing but metal tap against yr skull
wind a whimper explosion bits of tooth made of gold
happy for disease & scum & spiders walking
watching us naked under beds w/ darkness
i am afraid of the ocean
i am attached to yr oak
gulls pick me up bit by beak
until my last poem is the vacuum of my throat