Between The Moo And The Heart

a smashed look back
my tricycle lying in juice
my urine is competitive
i remember what an egomaniac my urine was
in this splinter reflection in this park and recreation
my mom took the umbilical cord made a lasso from it swung it
around a few times and lassoed a lamp post
the lamp posts rise up with their helium balloon heads
the lampposts will ask for Earl Grey in the morning
in the evening they will predict the zombies waking me
in the morning and there’s a coffee spot on my trousers
there’s Velcro on my chest to which the wasteland sticks
i carry it around
i look back
i smile at the TV family sitting on my Velcro
my wasteland on Hollywood beach chairs their toes curling
in the juice that i bled when i fell and douched
all over the dreadful dress i was wearing
rise up Earl Grey
it’s your turn to get up early
and milk the cows with their watery pepper-sprayed eyes looking at me
i’m a cheap boob reference
i will tell them i’m a mash-up between
the heart and the moo
they’ll let me tattoo them on my forehead
with horns i’ll ram backward into your car you shit you bumped me
now i can’t think backwards without crying over my tricycle
it had such great handlebars
i could paddle without looking
i could eat a burger
while paddling i wish we all could do that