Day-Suffering by Night being
preferable to Night-Suffering by
Day.

Since after I began
with Spooky her techniques of
paralysis improved to the point
where I couldn’t feel her cage playing go-go glowspots

and feathers so that I
might enjoy myself. Very
long sex fluids
(ninety x 1000) faults
& on the news:

The Bunny Motor
wanting to rip something
to look forward to.

An antique living room set washed up
onto the river bank.

Oh we have shiny and red and
blue
as well as slippery—she was
off
the envy nipples and onto my
liberty caps
don’t mind if I do.

Uh-huh, a few more joints and we were pouring
geo-globs onto the squares and the other beat-up celebrity

pulps.

Bunny Murals painted all white except
for the red crosses on their gas trucks and the ghost
fingers
—we didn’t end up leaving her dorm room of squeezing—
munched
some shrooms and spiraled into the grandstand
calmly telling the policeman try some! try some!
I am still in school or I am a tiger sleeping
or a 10 year old boy driving a city bus.

Spooky paced tight
necks. Alice came over
and sat upon the couch
falling down over it
and innocently rubbing
against my forearm.

Going round
immeasurably long
going around.

I went into this stage of lost hope
stride toweling myself and Spooky
tried to tap the MilkEye and couldn’t
but neither could I. I couldn’t
even hold the lance
to the now organless ghosts
organless bodies
deposited into the lotion corset
MilkEyes leaking blood
from suffering
we cannot erase
all pleasure
everything
Spooky says
she says 10 times
she says anything else.

I love hair stretching her

her thoughts inside

the policeman lying in the field
remembering the storm.