Indirect Object Studies

i inflect you ransoms:
a lung in tupperware
body composing
sweat puddle aubade

you swill me grime
more polemic than
last generation’s
dredges
some collaborative filth
to suckle up that
bendy-straw plumbing

to dislodge the bad parts
from our youth
astonished poems against
the government

to knit three rows
unravel four
wrap our knuckles
tighter now

to shimmy
between the warp
and the woof
permission slips
between us all
permission shuttles
its non-body
of binding

now dimmer
to become swaddled
to get kinged
to find ourselves
promoted
sexless rexes

to get in this body
then embodied we swish
over earth
in translucent trousers

to eclipse the sun
for the equinox
for tax-day

to peer outward
proud of our
emergencies
to get bored
to get current
again and to thrive
in our currency

to get born
into the green world
to find myself
to trade myself in
a user agreement
to cough up community
to cower my powers
to kiss up our blood
collectively.