Hymen, your little blue lights blink on.
Pluck a bit of beginner's luck.
Besieging forces forward.
Names for black shoes.
Naming, scheming, dreaming.
Historically accurate story.
Continuity problems.
Your favorite character.
What am I all about? sayeth the poem.
Buy some flesh
And strap it on.
Title the home
Going on almost forever.
After your movie,
The babies will follow
Then the fools.
We don't know the number
But it knows us.
Romans ploughed their fields with them.
Today, are they the French?
Do our vines have such tender grapes?
Use your mind or lose it.
Even though it can be regained,
The daily pain involved is vast.
Make me with care.
I've already been unmade.
I don't need to go there again.
Are you in the middle
Of stealing my life?
May I offer you another?
Walk into and out of my movie
But take no suspicious packages with you
Either going in or going out.
You still look better than dead
As long as you keep your palate moving.
Always take care of the vertebrae
By means of massaging the feet.
The biggest pay out of your life
Could be the love you give by breathing.
A ghost repeats himself over and over
Up and down the spine of God.
An emotion suspended in time
Reaches out to the brainstem from behind.
My Chinese dragon dines on DDT.
When you build a new address for him,
Make sure it's not an unexploded bomb.
Screech Owl, trade your breath for some food.
Call me maricon, cockroach, and you die!
Go dig your tunnel to the sea.
When the fish greet you at the other end,
Don't come crying back to me.
The salt would go better with the waves
As sooner or later you'll see.
When you sleep on the bed of a saint
Don't expect your semen to dry.
Many priests fall off God's backbone
When they think it's their personal stairway to Heaven.
If you are the one who sighs,
Surprise me with a child's toy frog who moves.
Get out your sins so we can look at them.
We need to be entertained by your pain.
The prehistory of the future is about to begin.
On God's backbone, a good sleep is guaranteed.
If you have to flee your life for your death,
Bring as many good actions with you as you can.
Here's a grain of strength for your journey
Between lives.
Tom Savage has written eight published books of poems and received two grants from the Fund For Poetry.