DRECK

J DONOVAN

DIRTY PURPLE SHORE, THE FLORICHUSETTS COAST

in the corner and I noticed how
athletic your body
speaking to me strangely about
yourself speaking strangely to me
in the field I see
a cappuccino deer fucking the mother out
til ashes wildflower semen
my mind doesn’t really work
in this way not like a poet
you misery me like your weird girl
walking in the rushes of cars
passingly laying here in the dark and i could be
rammed through no air for in the days she says refraction no but actually refraction
808s and heart space
love thirty love five
when in Future is perfect the future
is a perfect slacker
cut me some rope
As for me to hang
dirty coral soda
in your effigy for metal versus fine china
amid arrested boy vs sexmagic girl
as for every salmon sign and for every aqua song
you beat me in your boyfriend jeans
can and should
don’t and will
a blur in the mettle swamp
you beat me to the punch and to
the end of the line
where I lie awake, breaking


BLEEDING CONTROL (AUG 13)

I love all our greatest pain sluts
music and the wet
black of their pelts
I felt Lower Keys
I am lower case
those unrivaled small deers
in this state of lovehatemarrykill
i lay on her lactonic chest
in my state of prepster hipster boyfriend husband
I feel sunken
against horizon
but florida citrus
needs my better hello
hello today
I will try you tomorrow


BEFORE I WALK INTO THE DAY, HARD STYLE

walking on the slant side of your monument and sorrily history does appear curved
i think you cry the sweetest tears i scan looking for ever lasting and a strait appears
grilled asshole warm halloumi fragrance ink and a strait appears when sheared
like a sheep i walk back across the day to know i will wake
to the words water resistant blue nipple after i ketosis mine own thoughts i tuck
into your epic and blue nipple implement i know i will wake to the words flame retardant if i
ketosis mine own thoughts a blue bottle that says milk a purple bottle that says milk smoothing
the calluses off my feet this house once built on walnuts though not sure you are at the bottom
headed backwards if i fight into the fortress I may not rediscover your amulet
to hold my hand, see the light i respond at your lovers rock my mouth
grows weak and fumbling your heart is a star and not yet fumbling atop
doom clay and a crest appears cloud smothered against cellophane mirror over
cinquefoil glass i am a grasshopper in my contemp. tear cycle and should not hear
my belly drag in a glass barely there your heart is a star crushed for pit
Before I Walk Into The Day rocked for time ellipticalled in medieval
reference in my overcast underpass i scan looking for ever lasting moving
at my staggered pace i pluck what sticks to me please not invest in new technology
today is a new idea of past sorrow know a prophet in my barely theres in my barely there
undergarms the cock lays flat in my hand elliptical movements of the palm and
bamboo papyrus reference in coconut fume swirl I love what I cannot feel
Though must dare speak. so not always sure you are at the pass
heading towards me As I cannot dare feel Though must dare speak

J Donovan