Had (better) Matter

Yes, but we are all human.

Hoopla. 

Humble commune, sludge, the nudge 

the nether end the bend 

of citrus trees, and sit us down on wed 

rocks wet rocks granted 

granite smudge. Fountains 

bluebs, bluebers, tubers, roots. Coots magoots. 

Hoodles. Hoodlums, 

Soof, the roof, the underage belly 

of the gub-gub, float me on the rim of a straw hat, 

mad and maddering, nattering, 

bedlam. That's a pink cupid, boogers. Botterboom, 

the room next to the room, the tomb of Natamycin. Doom and gloom 

and thanks for the flowers, stank up the hallway made my lettuce 

taste like pollen. Falling into ceremony, hegemony, ruthless good. 

A good broom used to sweep the moon, 

the neat, the knap, the grappling tumbling back. Have to pack.