Forwardless

She stood up & kissed me ravenously

Would you kiss me like 10% of that when I’m in the coffin, said I

Let me rot on the hill top

Where the marigold can feed on my fat

Don’t cry at the end of the line

The bus needs new tires & the fog mouth on the window

Says to bring the upper lip

The bus is going nowhere, just

U turns, forwardless