Gin Poem

Gin Poem

They didn't plan it this way
First they-
---were mountaineers
---were pilots in a gorging belly
---skittering up walls like beetles
then they planned it weep, beetle

eggs twitter the world
and the way it came out, as jelly flowered
cashews come from a fruit

beetle's speckling back legs
tremble, All trash turning, all globe turning,
it was. Gyrospin out of the
last legs of the 17th century

wishing when asleep-
---don't get down on my juniper tree
---tended by beetles beneath breathing in
---open wheat widths
they’ve gone to wreck spaces that
are woman
woman, the open breath
the jelly flavor
---anacardic

beetle men, motioning to
the abscessed tooth, open in the sky

hiccuping juniper berries
---quantum wallace, can you wallace
---will you dance the yellow wallace?
in the 17th century you were working harder
you won't fit last legs
last legs last legs

mark into me caju tree
tonight i can until it doesn't waste
I am fifty points of juniper and
white fur tree

so beautiful we beautiful
be breaking beetle waste