Wesley Harden

She wants a one with a Lust for life
All you can do is try and ski p the flat
rock cymbalint across and roll down
  head under knees trembling
Bread perspires    flickering wrench wrists
  under and bleating for a clear serenity
   (not a one with a Lust) for life
guarantee me three things:
a home once thought, not experienced
a bill for my stone
a glare for my thoughts
It is worth it to mash this thing
Ring out   something can only be
discovered once
                  It’s not a great deal at that