THERE'S A ROOF ON THIS TOWN
6 foot drifts
a month after
an 80 degree
Chrixmas.
Somjuan
whispers hot,
hablame de
Febrero, tell
me what
you eclipse
when what
you want
are 6 foot
drifts a month
after an 80
degree Xmaffs?
Theft's not trade,
claws stolen
wee your balls;
these were
the leading
edge of fear.
Now what
does a brave
beast crave
but tomato
soup, grilled
toast, annato
orange liquid
singles, night
blue drifts
that swell while
you sleep until
work/everything
will leave you
alone so long
forever finally
sounds like
forever is meant
to sound.
D.J. Parris has had recent work in American Chordata, Noble Gas Quarterly, and Abridged. He lives with his wife and son in Aldie, VA.