Bitch Creek

dryly is the manner he saunters
in in

retention of water
not a strong suit

nor suits at all
buried in a dimestore
denim

if humans were stitches we could save
an outfit of them
saunters in & tells

his kid kids
used to lay guns here
thumbing

the brass bars
banister
handheld kid saunters in

agog
at a demagogue
a beer called

bitch creek is on tap
kid thinking about his womanhood

let the cabin inn
beknownst as primitive

candles waver
no strong suit neither
bower nor power alight in the larder

in overalls
in almost utero

kid overhauls a radio
flyer

drunk on icons
bordering on hammered
papa keeps calling

nails twenty or twentyfive
penny
rowdy as a rebar or a rebirth

with a sharpened end appended
upended

& wheels like a twentyfive penny
bangle
teens gamble on whos

going to touch a tit
their ears are burning
a murmur is

give me a couple bitch
creeks
he says

i live in a world i try to forget
in a town the town crier quit

twentyfive pennies in length
like a strong suitor
the absolute

panders to the dads of the den
hit me once afore

i go he says
his kid sitting

on his hands
like halves of a book he shouldnt have