cockroach in my pants

that was the driest september

and the direst consequence

with no shirt on my back and 

a tear in my wallet

A heatwave in my pantry 

And a cockroach in my pants

where do we go to my sultry 

without a big yellow carrot

and a star crossed dirigible 

keeping the moonlight diffused 

And the intricacies veritable

There's some itinerant balloon 

Escaped from the party 

Long gold feather 

Whisps 

trail from a ratfish whiplash 

Cat o nylon tendrils 

Longing to sting your 

Thigh you lout 

Curses teeming like an

Ejaculation of pleasure 
Languished blithely 

In the sacred council gutter 

Where she rolls in sticky tar 

Looking down on all her lovers 

While they wallow in the stars.

summer 2017 

photo by anatole green