Jon Conley

Report from a Hammock, with a Peach, Outside of the Library

I saw a floating sheep and there you were       nestled in mohair

peeking out at some sky                               some cake-filled sky

cut from the muscles                                    of a woman

Drive Thru

with the starter fluid sucked out and the explosions

we tweak while            we wait

you put the car in drive

and I hull

full foot force forward

into James Drive with its perverts and explosions

sails out and whales    

when from underneath the sea

the baby cries and breaks

into a rash

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