Keeping a Chewy Grippe

Stick a lemon in the ground. 
Sleep on it.

This is our dark, said the beautiful gangster from Texas.
‘FUCK BUSH’ was blazing on his t-shirt. 

Tower of criminal brotherhood! 
Annals of true crimes: because
the body is good looking
it carries a charge. 

Erotic dust. 
I’m interested in emotion. 
Each poetic clump, when it arrives,
is accompanied by disgust. Is
it personal? Where

is the poem? It dies as a part of me. Expelled. 
Sort of...  like shitting. 

His girlfriend, red minx
& muscular as a ferret, is pleasing also. 


camille roy