I promise not to welsh you, WASP
dough I am. I promise to flask

me grog at the same time every night.

Why are you scalding so
much time your hotness holds water?

You know I love you enough.

I do you fat and
scabrous through you neither, shin muffin.

Night night.

Morns you wear a faded negligee to sup
on the cheap jowls of my workaday wonder.

I serve you bed for breakfast.

Our bed is made veggie and hooky.
Plays manhunt with the neighborhood kinks.

If you want to swing, we can swing.

I cross through the vineyard Tarzanic, swing
from cloudburst to fig leaf in splits.

Miff goo taunt boo ring, she man ring.

Sour head tis spade edgy and kooky.
Flayed ram runt wets gnarly wood sinks.