Out Walking With An X

out walking with an X 

beneath a sun through drought's diversity

no water-mark nor petals in our shoes

not a single word desire or otherwise.

sucking cider through the earlobe of the meat

one chance to meet and polish yesterdays

charmed bullets over broadway

from a chekov gun with motive to intent.

to the valley in our love-boat

I sang suppressed

you haggled better view of dormouse

shitting out her eggs!

your alpine dress, my flannel shirt

blood spatter from the oboe to the dirt.

blame Hitchcock

he encouraged us to love.

he gave a man who knew too much

you took his seed and sucked his eye-balls out!

what are we now?

which one of us is dead?

me, as dry as aniseed

on an orthopedic bed

or you with bouncing tennis balls

with a mile of skin to shed?

come visit me in hollywood 

share me your bullet wound

and I will share loves tragedy

with an alka-seltzer pill.