Hawaii Meets Texas

The sound of your voice Hawaii meets Texas grating on
the windowpanes of my heartland home
Begins a raindance at the courthouse or a semi-truck flat bed
yoga-fucked by the skin-flint of the road
It makes me proud to be a human
in the galaxy proud to collect images in my memory machine
I could sink or swim or let the valium plummeting down the iv
tunnel take my vision back to zerosum
or I could radiate the motions of the sounds of the soundswept
plains of the moon stars and the sun
blasting out the reckless heat of two fucking teenagers on
a brown dock drinking beer and dropping into the ocean
this is blameworthy somehow we will get to the bottom
of this each one and every reaction
the causal links of the philosophical undercurrents of our lying souls
somehow we will learn
but my baby crawls at me like a fish tank full of fish and snails
and fish food and seaweed
backlit by the flourescent magic of the heat-lamp the stars are just heat lamps
we are burgers and fries and onion rings
i am a carrot in a garden I could crawl out
of my own womb if God would just teach me
i am a carrot in a cold cream sauce at the buffet line
in the colonnade restaurant i am so lonely
i fish for myself in the grey expanse of our dirty lake
i watch the fish ganging up on me
i let the haunting moon rise up and finally rise over me
creep like something dusty and so suddenly over me