John Coletti

 

DPI
      -for Jonathan Allen


Cows should be allowed
To do all sorts of things.
We take each other for granted.
Throwing horseshoes into endless brimstone
Encoding each other’s mimes.
I worry about you | you worry about me
It’s a whole lot of work holding back
The exactly you of you
              on one theme world.
The pirate ships     were also myth
For nothing hurts     that’s glorious
The hogs are restless / being totally still
Pitch through pain   Remain life size
Don’t take your cats on the Demon
Too many times     when
You’ve already vomited   twice
Knee-high   Simplong   on a wheel
No one can get me devoted to man
It’s just       Too littered
Being told                        His dream
                                     I'm not
What to do     I do
Aim lower,         where no one is
Getting there       where you are
You’ve been before

 

Drinks. When?
      - for Jami

A gavel with a spring on the end
                  seeking chief APE  
                    OINTMENTS
Curdled snowflakes   dozing boomtown
Sip & burn                stable shutters
A call from engine Cannes,
Exfoliate! martyrs, martinis
                        in the great Trans-Fix
SOLAR CHESTS & LATERAL CLUX
700 TV miles of      Kentuckety Terrible

            slanting BOINK
                       to POOF

Charm blowing steamoff bedroom hours
Bloated & fading in aloe

13 Beers in the briar with brats
Olympic eyes         when animals attack
Tomorrow is a teenage handout
         a good place to be
         indispensable,

                 no-doze stars
                      swept along     by

              buckled branches



 

Mav’s Depends

I wish we’d call me back
The groupies are packing
Diamond cuts     Chest-level
There will be no breaking up today
Three eyes are better than four
My mistakes are ugly
White marks across my soul
Covering the brightest parts up with primer
This crisis is absolutely unacceptable
A minus tied-off   kicking the wedge
Where I was borned & dwelled
Has crossed his knees
Scares you     scares everybody
For the cameras know voices
& where they will go
Tilled among silence
To build their bombs
20 tiny years away
Nobody’s really
Just genies, I think
          doing the same thing forever


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