[Range]

Beyond the fence the frontier was poemish
forested voices poured fermented longing over words in wide mouthed pint glasses
like a laundromat quartet lingerie & sox everywhere one short
lonesome threesomes of anguish & snake hiss
aimless salacious provocation zero machines for future
venture capitalize on the inopportune slip up my ass on the line
was crossed up double crossed loose lipped whereas
tongue-tied tight assed tongue lashed eye line the street
with a writhing multitude & riot cops feeling up
to defending the whole home in each human soul
violated my grand volition orgiastic, archaic, anarchic,
anachronistic wet dream now a dry town
media flesh wires tube to tube anchor
man to electric ground flights of fancy
bed stories he’s fucked with bed
time stories to go off in my head
out of here time mind full of
fantasies elicit illicit gasps never mind
the gap between hole & whole holed up
in a cell brains sells fetters to deforested voicelessness
once poemish now anthemic, anemic, & widely understood to
cover the UgliTruth with a syrupy liqueur.