With Monty Hall and Roger Waters in Purgatory

Yard sales and trees. The blue-black tire swing.
The apple? apple tree. Merry
old broken television. Chipped tooth. Chipped cup. Chipped
sacristy of the bath. For Jesus. For silver. Tin

hey the crappy owl in the yard (the bird bath
thank you) must’ve once been some kind of
flamingo some kind of a
faucet -Styrofoam- personal stuff

                                            Jesus, what hardheaded
first or third or middle essence were you, hell…

                                    Thumping thumping thumping at night

Maybe
            Are you gay?
No sir.


                        Ssss.
Collectible bunny squats on the veil, on the radiator—Columbine.
Her dirty (dirty) ringlet
hisses, shaven around, around the vatic
CORE.
                                    Say my name say my name is like a LIGHT
sweetie to guide you. Say it. Say it. I’ll listen to you.

He pushes his pinkie into her ear.
He measures her mouth.
He masturbates.
                             like a train like the sounding of a loading train.
                             like an S docking you know like a

Dirigible?              like a yes like a
Motor car?             Yes.


You said, in the family sized version of The Wall, he sits down in a field
and waits for the beasts to talk.

                                   Baa baa baa

is what he hears, what’s behind door number 3
and when he says I’ll take it, I’ll take it, there is no kidding, no fooling in this one.