too sacked out in a relationship
a communist in two necks of a nip
too much is two much is not three
you mustn’t change you know how much
to appreciate three you mush you mush
even out the three pricks but don’t you wish
each came at least thrice oh
orange rush oh too blue blight oh red Stalinist
oh obstacle on a commuter rail to
Rhode Island America’s Providence
and speaking of dread in a
three-car pile-up I cuddle my
pillow and rollover a communist
then I nip two maybe three distant
dreams in the rearview mirror
snap two photographs of bridges
one at least is objective one is
humanism one is an uncle’s tongue
ending in love with some other tongue’s
distant need and hence I do this a
one and a two and a three
