i.

The little fascist in me is

crushing that little flower,

Earlier Me, who

jumped the train gates

illegally.
My crotch was a hinge

I couldn’t feel

to get me through.

Don’t tell anyone it touched

the metal.
Don’t daddy, do

you have a ticket?

Like neo-New Balance,

neo-Asics, like

Me like Too?
I’m the morgenmuffel,

a nasty Czech waffle,

making posters of paper

in the spring tank,

leaving.
ii.

You’ve done a really bad job,

they said, as I

came, came, came

to the end of the brigade of

knocks and lights of surrender.
Lavender water and beauty,

the girls are saying

whatever comes to

mind through the phone,

No replies guys! Gays and go.
It’s going too right,

I write from the left margin,

a new warm cut

down in the right

place.
Space opening up

for Olinda phrases, bare

feet on the ground.

Thighs down, thighs down,

blood’s here now.