Let’s say I went berzerk (Jan. 4)

Let’s say I went berzerk

in the bodega and ordered

twelve oodles of nudity, do u

surmise my man

 

would give me dap and send me

on my sober way? let’s just

think about the least circuitous route

from thy story to my — wouldst

 

if it became a cavernous sound,

my date gone to, the world calamity

shut out. Look! at the swan,

look it’s an avalanche now

 

of one long moment, spanning all

the temperatures you can handle

a kiss that sends you stumbling

into a tree branch