Hypoglycemia

Low blood sugar shakes
Delivered upon a platter of
Golden eggs and
Platinum crackers.

Needing carbs to stifle
Shivers of—and salty-nuts—
Cheese and whine:
Empty pilsner’d stein.

Snee is for sneedle—
The integral base upon
Silicon and future.
Embattled wits

Control the joy and rapture.
Sycophantastic comers:
One and all for
One fair shake.

Frostish

I want it so bad
I can feel it
In my barren gut.
The need consumes
My every single thought.
No.
It really
Doesn’t:
I want to milk
My cows at noon,
To have a lazy
Rooster crow at
Half past two
And piss off the
Neighbors when I
Ride the horses
Where I shouldn’t
And pick the corn
Whenever the hell I want
And plant peanuts
In the same soil
Over and over
And over again.

I want it so bad
I can taste it.

Summer Indian

October spring,
Summer’s aged flight
Of crows and jays
And yet encroaching night.

October fling,
Gilded stratus strands
Of chirping days—
Misanthropic plans.

October thing,
Melancholia unsuperable
Ravenous lust
Unpursuable.

Underscored October,
Halloweeny waste,
Sweet and bitter taste,
Unimportant haste,
Unsing-songy base,
Of unsprung:
October unrequited.