. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Monday, May 25, 2026

Hot Tub Lamentations

Pretzel position pearl boiling
my white ass in redacted jacuzzi in a motel in Mississippi
forgotten and misshapen tub angry angles silent portals
my blue veins bulging full of gas station chemicals
a mystic plastic pantomime
grasping at miracles

she wore color over every crest and turn
arrested fearless spandex mannequin tossing her hips into the drywall
nuevo Jane Fonda tight as an Abrams tank
"the women are coming" she warned me in spital
a faucet of sweat in her hills and dells
wrestling knots of wet red muscle underneath her skin tight clothes
building that beefy bulky armor for
the future war

peptides percolating in our bloodstream
we've come here to meet our mirror self
dancing twirling flexing eye-fucking that handsome reflection
caffeine fascination doing long lines of black bean powder
too hard tonight to make dumbbell decisions
clean the inside of my heart with high octane gasoline
smash the fourth eye jewel over the stiff spit of my spine
soaken towel of terror
me calling from the skunkworks of phantasm to your tantric ghost

Return!
return so I can love you
with the my consequence of strength.

TA

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