sleep slang

shallow children
their bellies
graze rock bottoms
bodies filled with water
mouths choke on laughter

Monika's mother howls
at the moon; a fruit that is waiting

i'm glowing green
upside burping led to:
bile in the brain
pale, pale visions of night
peach awakenings
miles of fair skin
compile me,
in deep breaths
i fold

shadow

what will gratify me now?

my stomach is full with beer and bad tacos
but my mind is not drowning
in the sweet liquid that
purifies me from thought or decision

plenty

i am so angry with nature
in my drivers seat.