Chromosomes form self’s reef—we reek of luck.
Shells overwhelm shore’s bosom: less jewelry, more leech.
Overwhelm me, Yoko. Be my ovum’s yolk.
My Elmer’s flubs, fuses lobe & bulb, skull & bloom.
Messy crumb of us crumbles more. We’re else.
Summer schemes brooks, muumuus, church of
mushrooms—morels. We seek some. We’re our souls’ humus,
yes? We observe lemurs floss creeks, loose
bush from rock. Reefer-less. Here, for you, four brews,
cheese, chemo for your cells, emo for your moors. Some hero.
Moon’s tour of ponds reflects detours snow took
young snow’s ego-less melt
To unbecome to become
Our ego’s bordered by flowers slowest to boom
Our ego—murky cocoons respond to
mournful coups: nest not (n’est knots)
To be lemur-less, to be stunned—country-less globes
bowls but no tongues, molested wool suddenly unmolested
Beefless cow cowers not, kowtows to seed
Perky from sleep, bounty’s clone blesses bone
Nude skeletons emerge, sun-meek, body-keen
Monsoon-boosted, somebody’s desert’s wet dessert
Strung pole to pole, our closest story bound to weep dry
Forests forget words, get lessons: remember
cruelty once took bloom to be fester so left.
Who am I boss of? My iPod? My pick?
I had him as a sow has ham
If I sob a swamp, if I’m hid by sob-camo
If a swamp is Camp Sob—a soppy wish
Hiss—how is my wish a wash, a foam-sick soap?
Did I miss my sad hippo—a hammock of if?
Away, bossy iamb, who dams my said, my say
My FOMO is a hawk who hawks his doom
Is I a happy scab?
Bookish, mom picks commas as if a posy
A posh dick sways
I mop piss, dish posh food, famish
A wasp picks my body as a so-so dock
Whim my mood: I am a spoof, a shook shack,
da bomb’s damp wick