Foreplay, a song, we stave the darkness
like the ribs of a tent

I am in bed with you long distance


I will give you your party. My tongue
is yeast your little loaf rises
the mirror breaks out you are taking off
the sandy suit from San Marco
with a gondolier underneath
blizzard of words
we with our oars
your ribs are poking me meat hooks
they used to hang up children
the age is full of lies
lampshades, soap, humankind
cannot bear such sheer buggery
up the annals of war. Ooh ooh me and do me
tender, like a phrase coined you pay
with your life
raspberries embarrassed and blackberries


I am in bed with you between a curve and button


is a little footpath that mounts more
than glass. feel we feel, feel so much.
no oyster closer.
the world
what are we doing


a catharsis: I am in bed with you
yes two million dollar ransom I am in bed with you


without coils of excuses
the slums are rising
yes in black and white tunnels
are being blown


yes the war is invisible I am in bed with you


our bones are crumbs
we are rolling in
you are wearing a medal for praying
yes we are the only angels that exist


faithless I am in bed with you
yes hawk, yes jelly, yes site yes
bullfire
America is coming


I am in bed with you