Palm Beach is a Lattice of Friends

Palm Beach is born againthis time it's Overtown

and one hundred swaths of fabric flown from Monaco
settle onto my floor

the ivy balmorals
squeek across the tarmac

and an aristocratic slap happens
*slap*

I've been slain by the day
I am churning like a child on the shore

I close my eyes to visualize base jumping
from this tower

onto a motorcycle of 1000ccs or higher
that squeels and peels and I slap a hundred drinks

from the hands of little black dresses
onto the cold ground

*slap* *slap* *slap*

Urreligion

the tartaned heart
I am foraging

neon wandering
neon icon

"I am for opening the door."
to whom
I know

It is.

I emerge from tomes of destruction
dusty with ink dust and paper dust

I emerge with exoskeletor grasping
a generic America
a specific America

on tongues waggish
in brains braggish

my striped tie is wilting
under the heat of fatherhood

my tartaned heart
corrugates my britches to and from
work

for my wife,
I scorch

this rapture of boyhood
warshes away
Merrie America
and I stand a precipice edge

ordinances blasting starry eyes
into the Nashville skyline

my bicycle's name is Chesterbelloc
my daughter's name is Finley

Anno Domini

Anno Domini

O tumult,

this night

ends nothing

but the refresh button

pushing of late

and Lo, my mind is process:

(this penance is a mockery

of first dates with myself

"what do you think of mercy

and the continental shelf?")

this year has mauled for quiet end:

cavity search for the tough stuff

finding the tough stuff

hating the tough stuff

Shenandoah Court

I meandered between
shelves

toward the tremendous tomes
of art history

"only third graders walk like that"

I'M interested in art books

for the nudes

I watched my librarian smooth her librarian blouse
and stare into the Peach Orchard Hill

the aleatoric music swam in the car stereo
downstairs


>>

during the fourth of July party
at a ranch house in College Grove


motown played for the frat party vibe
and I partook in a hayride

I saw a cow shit in the field
and one hour later I surfaced from the pool

with eyes burning and wide
and motown still playing into my ears

>>

we snuck to the "Irish house"
across the drainage ditch where we did play

Shenandoah Court
was a turbulence

the legend of our baby sitter's black panties
was an urgent prospect

so we snuck to the house that deserved a smoking pipe
and a tartan clad person upon its porch

>>

so now I sit and wait and hear
a baby heart purposed and clear

beating time like techno sheets
the folds of mitochondria weep

the fervent energy of climes
of tropic bird and pitted rimes

God is good and I am bad
I never thought I'd be a dad

I never thought I'd go through things:
wedding bells, diamond rings

underneath the urbane gloom
my childish heart is knitting bloom

upon a rafter perched a haint
my evergoal is toward saint

I murked a ramp
I tore the punch

and after all
there's no free lunch

about the faces
of positive people

my mother's Memphis
under tall steeples

Kentucky Bend ribbed by
river

I think I'll eat a chicken dinner
I think I'll meet a morbid sinner

I think I'll eek a truncate simper
I think I'll eek a truncate simper

fatima fatima fatima fatima fatima fatima

Moon dog
Sun dog

aspergillum of football sweat

"i need help framing my constitution this weekend if you're available"

Montanist bumper sticker on a submerged Firebird

corduroy book covering on The Cloude of Unknowyng
Saint Anthony the Great, pray for us
pray that our death hearts turn bogus