ONE HAND ON YR HIP

braving the page

go bravo the phonographer

one hand on the holster

gently ghastly

until you stop bump the wall

a little bump in the night

and just hold it there

hovering

holding

the line

woof

how’s that for stoic

how’s that for beef stock for rock

stone soup de jour

all cowherders

get there eventually

dumb as

after i shake everyone’s hands at the reading

i like to stroke my mustache like a pet

a life of danger

call it a man of the people

i want to gift you my hammer collection

i have a shoebox of them

they gleam brilliant and useful

jesus christ was a stonemason

they ain’t got no wood out there

jesus louise when i

abrahamic policies align

abravomit full of wisdom

lapidary of weight

i’ve been in the kitchen

whipping up dog biscuit stir fry

with a slow steady hand

as a beard grows softly

as the yacht rock rocks lightly

it’s just there’s this pep in my step

there’s this daisy in my rosé

there’s this fly in my red wine i’m double-fisting

and all the party ppl are having a good time

put your hands up

against the wall

oil or water i wonder

i’m barely touching you

barely achtung baby

get your ass down the aisle

step on the gas

readjust the limelight

readjust the limelight

it’s your hog and lonely show

every waking night

the thing you devoid writing about

your c-coo c-coo c-caw c-caw

top secret slant sad thing

you bray to god at night about

or more likely you brag to god incessantly

could disappear abracadabra

dante’s invisible ink

no one will remember inferno

no one will remember anything at all

oops it’s my solar plexus poppin

spf fitty around the eyes in the ears

no matter what you heard about me

a woman last night

whose name was valentine no lie

asked do you remember me? do you know who i am?

i said sure of course definitely we’ve met a few times at least

i was only being polite

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from Not My Circus–published by Ursus Americanus

Buy it here

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By Henry Goldkamp 👍