we are no less ordinary

it seems that never does the world issue word
like a forest full of cats mid-rebellion
the felines taking revenge on the antihistamine
contingent. ((I am the full great scorpion of old!))

-constant-hordes-and-clouds-of-white-aggression
[meaning whitehot] slag like luncheons visit upon us

) not an occasion
) without somebody’s mention
) forest to the fire
) toes for a burglar

one time I had sex on the kitchen floor of some family in Loveland, Ohio. My girlfriend was house-sitting for them. As I recall I still wasn’t very experienced sexually so it wasn’t as glorious as it could have been.

steamy white rows of
rice (it was rice, it was rice)
like white fluffy life
grain; in silence; some recognition
lighting up the goddam people and taking them
down to the ground to the hermit to the hound
the white-hot red-hot green&sunbeam maniac
wherein we wail at each other like lecticorns
true lambents of the unctuous funeral
hopped up on coals of white-hot peppermint Bluth
canes and wiles and wilds and broken spermicidal
infants in a black soup of majestic mystery
misery

it’s raining please;
we are no less ordinary