if you are going to look
and act like a coyote,
the scavenger,
the trickster archetype,
like me,
they will either
love you
or fear your fangs.
Monday blood coursing through
my Friday veins, and it's only
5:55 in the distance
and I got my mouth on a motorbike.
what will happen
to all of my T-shirts
when I die?
will ten end up
in a Detroit Goodwill?
if you are asking the future
to kiss us, well, baby,
you are barking up
the wrong tree,
and like me,
I am relentless
like your roots.