Barely Jesuit Enough

----For You

had a crumbling taste in the filter
mice building a shuttle
from the desert

nicely pink whale mails it in
water built of language
a haunting voice

they go out in the cold
easy sleep comes bearing west
snowy piss landing
mortar chips
a kind of machine

animals can kiss anywhere

planning to go clear
locked in raincoats
& baritone

we smuggle glum in our shoes
never breaking the shorts rule

opal clue voting for fire
I hope to be clear of this
opening cane & a pump

our lake billows
kid ghost all in our hair
nesting in bottom rocks
& seven octaves higher

carry her to Ohio
roast her blood
and tell Glenn Tipton
not this time