HOES NEED NECTAR TOO
The wild west rings out choppers
Greeks the underside
Gasters are bulbous
Things coming in the night
Heavily and oiled and reeking out
In the trench with it
Gurgling and then bulleted
The outside and gurgling
That’s why they call it rogue
Confessing in dirt-face
Under pylon
Knocking haters on their asses
They come arresting all over town
Please approach the bench
How did this dove deflate?
There’s never enough milk
In the hay in love of verbs
I went not once but twice through
Code in hand
Waxing real hard
My tail-end grows out of whack
The nuts inside us are unreasonable
Pussywillows whip in the wind
Animal problems in the accounting
The area around the fault line
Bands around the infield
Blows cork
I need a new mole-skin
This one’s all sticky and full
Of pricking the in and out
Of the woodwork
In the saddle
I want that stuff that gives
My tooth aches activate that asset
Weevil release
Alli Warren works in psychoacoustics on the Left Coast. Recent chapbooks include No Can Do, Bruised Dick (a collaboration with Michael Nicoloff), and Well-Meaning White Girl. She works in Berkeley, lives in Oakland, and co-curates The (New) Reading Series at 21 Grand.