TURN YOUR HEAD AND COUGH

Today the monster of tomorrow is growth
but forgotten. Let’s feed
on expensive meats culled from the great bussom of the beyond.
Which means: take less taco and call in the morning.
I know of monsters fake
and getting faker though their bodies stay full of air.
Jessie comes into rooms when dark.
Through closets journeys make cloth movements and definitions of cloth become
more important than cloth.
Carts full of maps knock trashcans into the streets.
Never a monster until the monster inside knows
about graffiti and illegal skin-grafts.
I look into clinics and through clinics there is more lost fat than gyms.
Replace the body with new bodies of monsters and color creates moments in mocking
fluids when fluids take precedence over being quiet.
The monster of tomorrow smells like laundry
and stays clean with purpose.
My own purpose is radiation and shame gatherings in the woods which became the cool thing.
Monsters climb fences and breed tame foxes. We buy them
with our good looks and hope for less.
Now and then I’m really into hookers and looking for Jessie’s spine.