I am just like the motorcycle that I am.

I resemble myself completely:
net of petals blown by a wet

arm of wind. Reinaldo bores me,
Guillaume bores me. Dean drops things
when I'm around.

And now it's Taos or whatever.
Whatever more spiritual place you've heard of.

I eat a small dish of beets
along with everyone else who sees
aesthetics as a form of vacancy.

This year we're calling it emotion
but you have to be skinny to feel it.

If you're not touching blood,
what are you touching?

Dean, Guillaume, Jonny, Christopher
your doubles are waiting
in the fleet of white vans

Eternity by Calvin Klein

You had a mother
and even she was a prison
and even you were a stone.

But it was required; they were
good years, no? Give me

your money, I will let you
go home.