OWN THAT SHIT

jung pup howl at  a moon is
like she can hear my arf
the dogging ear
barking up wrong   who is a tree

these days
i stand w/ a wait for my life
to be touched     my mossy over
side or climb and   cut me down

whet my worst dullblade
ouch in the shed of ancient weapon
it tickles

call out
TOUCH ME
I KNOW YOU LOVE ME

we
but, whatever... and time.... cash
out selling my sellout life trail of
weepy alone in the solo apt drinking
a nice midshelf whiskey and tap
craft beer for company
please keep me
cold in the icebox singing
blue weezer

my slow simmmer she says a sun must
be near but i know
who is glowing inside this globe of bone blue
kept at a distance bc
bc
bc
bc
and then what
swallow
an ocean???