The Wish Book. Alex Lemon

All things will ultimately

       End. Please: shout, No, no,

       No, everything will last

       Forever. Soon, night

       Will cloak in with an owl-

       Colored darkness webbed

       With the dull ember blush

       Of sleepless street rovers.

       Pearled, languid. How

       Lavishly our hurts glow.

Wake Up Dead Man

       I got to have whip-

       Smart & boom

       & no one’s

       Getting any—

       Midnight’s jiggling

       Light says

       Last call

       & doomsday

       Or everything’s

       Going straight-

       Up live voltage

       & it’ll all be

       Good when I

       Wake I promise

       Myself, I sing

       Baby baby—

       The horrible

       Roar of this

       Ordinary can’t

       Stop the goody-

       Goody-show

       How beautiful—

       I came to save

       The day & now

       I’m wondering

       How I got here

They’ll Be Passing Out Lifejackets Soon

       It’s so good to finally see

       You shaking

       Your moneymaker, lightning-

       Legging through

       The gout of these ghost-

       Hours—electric-

       Mouthed, chugging cow’s blood.

       For you—steam hunkers

       Over the leech barrel, the honey-

       Drippers drip.

       The pleasure junkies’ fever swells

       Our hearts with blood-

       Black poison. Hip-shakers, bread

       Makers—everyone is dying

       To meet you, baby. They’re all pearl-

       Eyed, way up on it & are so

       Done talking about it. They’re ready

       To go—the best beasts pulling

       For the feast—so, if after a minute you