Come, moon-man, luna leaper,

settle that orbit up,

season-ease yourself. I'm wild

to be whiffed. Each rose a brick

laid down all delilah. Each

dumpy tonnage of me, I admit,

is reeky wreck, some cat food sauté

with chlorox deglazed.

Forgive me, or them, whichever

the case may be. Or come sit beside

my cattail's thrashy sways.

Bathe and be, joliesse a la pond,

unsomber in summer, can't let

a few rats phase us. Get here,

old pal, hiding your fat in

hug wraps, yield more at

my burning barrel. Let flame tips

gust sense and its non

from us, to sire, beget, congest us

by shine or ash, this trash, compost

cuddled up at a weigh station. Or

else keep me, dear ditto,

sky-scuttler, till at last all

that utters is atlas, arriving anon.