big rubby

sitting on the front balcony in the wet wet wet wet we're buggybodied
insects
sliding legs against wings against hair! in wave clouds, soundclouds
  like little pour cloud passing over the house
solid mists between
biting my sunset
the significant gray lavender
rubbing hairs with a gray butter peach
  where we are,

i have a swimming pool, you should come by

18 ft long
9 ft wide
a giant couple in neon green leaves the bowling alley
presumably headed to eat ham & cheese sandwiches
I'm a jerk
I'm making this woman do a cannonball in my mind
tidal waves, letting her thousands of grandchildren surf the day away
how do you get a swimming pool, I want one
I bet I'll meet one in new orleans
I bet I'll meet some mystics
& crafters of witchness
nickey, chad & I
we'll have to find our fourth
from the corners of a bright bluewatered rectangle
Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the east, one of us will call out, disinterestedly sipping a mint julep
We hail you