DRECK

JULES 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

Jules Donovan is a poet and land worker from Eastern Massachusetts.