Drawl

I would fuck your ghost. 

So much beauty from the loins of a bullethead

Like cake from a dungheap

Auburn shagged

A barbarian Blue Fugate

Escaped into chaos:

/the Salish Sea human foot discoveries/

/the world overrun/

by typical-teenage-cryptic-response-mystery-conversationalists

and /chicken culture wars./

I would garrote your ghost.

Hold you close--puffing ectoplasm

Frigid filmy vowels

Drawn from your mouth

Like strings

Longer and longer and longer and longer.