Can’t believe I stayed asleep to give
Honey slope après ski GPS,
Real life need-to-piss bringing the cock-block;
Her black greek letter accent fading fast
With harem eyes under bright bluebird skies
To duller daybreak wink of bluing chalk…
Damn! I planned to smash that like Thor’s hammer.
The ferry over cream slides cruel to dock.
Other vessels cruel in other ways—
White water raft on hag ride flipped awake,
Convulsions at the temple from the shock;
I fight paralytic memories
Of climax vertigo, of virgin dread
Crowding the close-pressed black about the clock,
Reach for her soothing eyes across false worlds
For ferry over cream tied cruel at dock.
I lean to tail end fishing through the fresh—
Like every lazy early season’s flight—
Fall eating death cookie of mermaid rock…
Is she still thick like syrup at the lodge?
Got her off-piste avalanche probe right here.
I rise tripod to crowing of the cock
Slowly shedding sticky dream residue
As ferry over cream slides cruel to dock.