And imagine my heel a hook
around your ear â€“ my other
against your chest, the rest
of my leg singing. Stay there,
crush ripping hair from the bud,
the best part thrash: from the shove.
or the bouncy ball â€“ this is the sliver,
you are the nail. Muck mud.
There is no hammer here.
Whereâ€™s the power?
Lemonade at the hype
and dish it, hit. Skate:
your computer buzzes
and I vibrate
like a cell phone. I vibrate like a cell phone.
Hell, hell, hell, hello â€“ ring it, lance –
here we are, again, voiceless
with your (whatever) and my deaf ears
â€œrock-induced,â€ he wrote. Will you too tuck
me into a white womb while I wait?
Youâ€™ll study the waves. But itâ€™s jitter.
If youâ€™d like to make a call, please hang up.
If youâ€™d like to make a willow branch
into the cup.