YOU'RE A QUIET PISS IN THE MORNING

had you over the other night and aGain we went for quick walks
through streets like open mouths and tuesday nights orange drippy
ash from the lighted ends menthol sweet puckered lungs. How about
we call Francis in the morning? A sissy? we ll talk about screen doors
and ornamental metal frames of Neo-Rus and cut away to yesterday
and feeling. swallowing ice that tasted like dirt, like that summer,
Orion.