I'm a good porno friend for myself
thongs twitching on towers of vaseline
selecting tears that are beautiful

latching the mailbox shut
from the inside
towards the pouring graveyards
and fences whacked together
with hot wire.

Green roads perched like
claw footed clumps of hair
on the train pile-up horizon
and sunlit concrete bedroom wall
oily stacked wood and ash tainted
fertile pages
pink chimney's undermouth
where the drum rhymes.