Love Poem

love is watching

a milk-eyed possum

guard a watermelon rind

on a trashcan lip.

love is nothing, hamlet?

lay your head

in my lap, motherfucker.

love is walking

through rainbow galaxies

with bells on your toes.

love is seeing

the best minds of your generation

tweeting, swiping left,

right until

super gonorrhea is a thing.

love is polyamorous sex

in nursing homes,

joyrides forgetting lost

decades, buried selves.

forgive me, father,

but love is exorcised

from churches of all kinds,

kindness forgetting

its own rank feet.

love is birth control,

antibiotics, no condom,

accepting consequence.

love is ginsberg’s

holy, holy, holy

anus.

love is desiring

to suck-start oblivion,

choosing not to.

love is talking moonshine

with a girl on a dock

at perth royal yacht club

where cheap china

clinks notes into black

canopied night

oblivious to pure,

dumb love

growing out against the universe

begging for light.