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.