two new poem fodders for the rachdar collabo

food money

you can’t have that
i’m picking up bags of
waste product salted
i don’t put a ton of limits
on what i will buy to eat
like sometimes i buy
really too expensive fruit.
i’m buying antiques
because i want to make
blood gush in the loins
i want to stand
on a frank frazetta pile
of dead little debbie cakes
with a money­burning torch raised 

and a shirtless male poet clutching my leg.
HA HA HA HA. 

i want a hug

i want a pretty specific hug

i tantrum about it
milky hotness and honey blessings poured into my colon are the only cure
for my rabid flashplans
to eat the world and shit the world in silence