Larry’s Savvy Wad

seven men sat
Zircon Circle

 

very low in their awareness
couldn’t dent the little bus

 

uh, up, us
up, us, uh

 

women and chicks
maimed in the bedroom

 

lips jokingly practicing smacking
where am I now I need me

 

no lace
no nothing

 

iust pure
lemon

 

lime
azure

 

come in and poke
The Great South

 

plump coral
white floral

 

violet
smoulder

Credit

Poems by Kenward Elmslie are used by permission of The Estate of Kenward Elmslie.