Fucking Under Foliage
Horse fly along bodies
Cruising circuits and circle jerk bushes
Im just bird watching, Officer
And fucking under foliage; Bareback, barefoot
Wondering what mutation may emerge
From sweat semen depletion erosion organic orgasm
Stroked from the grey chimney a sweet substance like
Milkweed and monarch fly south to the mouth of the Spit
Feeding on flesh and latex and trees
In ruins of modernity the violent hum of cicada
Linger for the ghost of precarity
Haunting sweaty ephemera and somber leaves
Another sentience beyond a broken fence
With evermore biodiversity for coyote
Or a sense of anonymity as the married man bent over benches
Designed by hobos in high-grass tenements
The city is hot extreme conditions economic inflation
Washing down the sanitized state surveillance drones
Embedded in pretentious flowerpots
Till Jim the junkie torches the glass dick of existential threat
And says: “it isn’t love without sweat and spit”
Marvin Veloso, 2021
Marvin Veloso 