Joseph Mains

BUT YOU CAN CALL ME FATHER YOD

O, back in nutville it was posters our

culty faces slicking each wall each pop

gutter condomfilled. Grace coo’d I’m a cop,

yr face is my chair. Make me shake everywhere.

Yes, Blood Countess. And I will. So I did.

Hermanos de leche we write the poe-ams

we milk the fine chakra we’ll make it spin

and hit the Sonora Haus’n sleep wit z studentz.

Y sucking is dangerous. The danger

of sucking and personally I’ve gone

and left it for others to suck the Don

slipped in the dutiful classes ears;

so a hay and a hoo and a cockadoodle doo;

first my palie sodoms me, then we sodom you.

DON & THE MEN HE BOUGHT & SOLD & TOLD ME SO

I’m so pretty said Don I felt like the shiniest

lemons I felt like the pretty-date

tights. All rapped at the thigh & wrapped

wet around Birthday Party

Don : the action figure : the darkthrone

and the direct deposit of green fucking

living all at once.

Once I wanted to wage war

Don said to the guttermouth

girl on foodstamps with the gold Marc

Jacobs bag she kept in a velvet protective

bag but Don continued :

Yr so Portland I couldn’t say yes

or no—I said both—or, I dunno.

MY FAVORITE PLANET IS URANUS

And justice for all Don, sad, said. Justice

is just a bedtime story was the title

M4M&Boys so let’s rent a bus

en route to Chicago AWP bile

colored trees out the shadowen window

Do leaves feel lonely when they see their dreaded

neighbor falling? Do I want this? No. Do

I need this? Yes. Filler, Buster I said

like : want a ride un/cut pocket slut the

truths is : we’re dumb and blonde and English-free :

Kum-n-Go in Iowa—stopped for pho

recited Jay Z and Philip Sydney.

We dropped’um boyz off at Magic Gardens.

Call us: we’ll beat you like Tonya Harding.