Pluto.1
the pearl starts over
a new grain of sand
we are going to find
in the planet of blue
a freshly written eviction note
gone fishing for better tenants
a sash hanging off the horse
told the story without you
the kind of children we deserve who rob us in our sleep
we never need to believe in anything again
they take our car and money and head for the beach
Pluto.2
they requested a happier poem
the distinct sound of a backstab
up in the stomach getting a fix on the signal
leave vomit on the
seat and tell them we
are not sorry for any of it
poke surrounding haystack in
search of a slow song
excess is haunted by our poverty of benevolence
but we grab a broader patch of shoulder
corrupt the smallest eyes in the
freshly printed poem
Pluto.3
judged by the way we fall in
love in the bathroom in sweating out the misery
entering the fine blades in harmony
chopping all of our best to distribute over
the whole goddamned rotted beating muscle
even when we have
forgotten where we
are love finds us
just sticks us
sobbing with
shame inside a glorious steaming pile of the musk
saying no doesn’t matter you can’t say no for long
Pluto.4
we win from time to time
abandoned above adaptable positions of the losing
we risk everything in thinking we can navigate maverick of the green
carry a bottle of wine into
the pumpkin patch looking
for a new way to
angle the old songs
sell me a ticket to
your dance please
I believe in the strength of poetry
a little stone in the moth helps
balance her on my breath