spitting rhymes!

all the disposable skin
at the nursing home
are oiling up their chairs

their children
at the creek
count flowers
in some native girl's hair

before them,
nude,
sepic,
confident,
as untiring and boundless
as urinary incontinence

and there is
one
two
three
four
silver calves
crowded by the door

so, its christmas, goddamn
unfurling like pubertal discomfit
upon man

iroquois girl
are you the one destroying me?
are you who dissolves me so gracefully?

im sure of it
but as a creature
driven by vanity and pride
and sodium vapor lights
i could not possibly admit