Daniel Boyer
The braided hump demands a sparkling
catapault shaded
by the crown of breasts that the whores soak in the
heavy marrow of change
grey as your new banana, milked herds of pleather
footsteps the clouds' puzzling
Byronism points into the luminous arrow pleasured by
the complete body holing up the ANC
the melting arrow of the soaking of the cat
as overflowing the blondes pass the mat om, "Aha!,"
fair
where once ten understanding of heraldic jellyfish
and the ugliest sun makes with the shoes' the return
from the piercing citadels nasty, of a cur sere he was
over,
an "are" life trying to feed the el, part of cake
(your ha!) and derive.