juicer

jailing all the juju bees 
we buzzed like micro phone wednesday.
the tiny place where your
sisters call from just to say 
the wedding was a pile of tin cans. 
joy comes from watching
a carrot turn to pulp. all the sinew
& apologies gone shoulder-rub
in the jaws of a metal snake.
they will say we don't have enough money
to go to the moon this year
but really we don't have enough
nectarines. we take everything we can.
juice the newspapers & the pocket watches.
locks of hair. cow poet's tongue.
moments before a tornado
just standing there in the sepia haze
of a corn field. teeth fall like hail.
bigger & bigger until we have shark teeth
& t-rex chompers on our hands.
i pour you a glass & a bead of sweat
drips down my face while i wait
for you to drink. this is what 
you have been waiting for. this is
the town in a single gulp. 
legs motoring underneath the table.
i shake every seat. jumping spider me.
let's pretend it will always be this easy.
roaring device. the empty house.
just you & the ruin. blood orange
& bite. i watch your soul
in the punch bowl. ladel myself
a glinting crystal glass.