Improvisations

FIRING SQUAD


Blindfold,
hilarious!
just the cigarette
fetch
your sweetest bowl-cut
choirboy
have him light me
send him running
fast as his tassles
will carry

i haven`t, i wasn`t
it isn`t me
i deserve
on account of
a lascivious look
of guilty

call that a parade?
let them go bat a ball
swim in the creek
girls giggling
and fucking
grant yourselves
a legacy

holding office
achieving privy
a waste of boys
you`re good at it
you`re experts, committee

you`re nothing else

an expended species

those that mourn
their clips
exhausted, empty
wait for
after thee.