The Ocean

Catcher’s mitt
blue ball of wool
to tangle with
to suck me down
and roll me up
to spit me out
laughing
to blow bubbles
on my every pore
jewel each follicle

to catch me or a marlin effortlessly
or Acapulco Elvis
leaping from a legendary rock

to incubate us in your tidal pools
to wash the rubbery skin from our primeval eyes
with patient tides
help our nubbed flippers
gain their fighting weight

to lift our boats now
from your valley of dying stars
up onto your vast outstretched
lumbering bare back
up onto your endless skin of boiling flint
to be loaded with your treasures
your inventions and your dreams

to send your seeds and your
queerest monsters to our tables
your devastations to our coastlines

to splash
and crash
sweet sea
onto the shoes of my children
to teach them the holy terror
of your laugh
to let your shadowless dark
wash them in the safety
of your laugh

to hold these two coiled honeymooners
in your inquisitive embrace
do you feel their blood quicken?
do you feel their tongues move
and their ejaculations?
do you calculate the force to crush them
to send their torn chunks
down to the silent boneyard
of your depth?
or to lift them spinning
wicking a dancing spray
turning ever upward into
the sweetest brightest blue?
do you dream?

Basket Case

You cannot hope to ever win
a game against your conjoined twin.
Have him framed, you’ll go to jail
Have him swallowed by a whale:
you’ll find yourself inside it’s guts.
Try to kick him in the nuts:
you’re kicking your own cock and balls

and now he’s climbing up the walls....

Heaven knows it’s very sad
when a conjoined twin goes barking mad.
It’s best to keep him in a box
secured safely with padlocks
and if he ever gets away
you’ll be there too so you can say
“Come back, my love,
get in your box.
A change of clothes.
Fresh pair of socks”
then carefully place him on his shelf
and keep him in the best of health
because your brother is yourself.