Two to the Mat

i. An Upturned Past/A Peridot Pendant/a Wrestling Match

This is my penchant for pendantry. You listen and I’ll keep roundly on
about tactical strikes, about mat-manners. I’ll keep it ago.
I’ll dangle it singly, centered on the breastbone
of this whole slate of athleticademia, this my thesis. I go theoretically through,
link by link and clasp the whole thing through the lap lane, waters a’ripple,
whether the water or the sky be shaded peridot. A glimmer bulb, fastened hookish,
while all convene to dub me bookish. But all I delve is lateral, that I know
what I know. God told Moses and Moses told Stephanie’s Dad
and Dad waved his movie know-how like it was Library. I underwrote it; Steph broke it.
I promised them my birthright was stoneset. Sworn by a matron’s most secretive fart
to snip apron strings from Poulsbo to Buffalo.
If you missed the demo of the Fireman’s Carry, I won’t be blamed
for your being Russian Dragged, your narrow self-lock as a twisted mouth.
I knew it was hard for you, tiny slapped mat that you were. I know
it still facets you, facets me, too.



ii. where they have you lie on a mat and.


It was a Woosh! Right up the.
Schlitterbahn, and I was wearing this waitress
Get-up, all lieder-hose and a really tiny.
I was kind of upset.Really hard to straighten up
But then it should have been a joke, right?
Enchanted Fun Park and all that kind of.
Tea cup, plunge-type ride, and the man in the duck suit.
Just wiggling his ass at me, sort of suggestive,
Really Fat! I thought.
Crouched down in the pool with a mysterious painful.
On the way up everyone was chanting my name,
Just terrified of.
A little tap-dancing outfit, inching my way out and then
It was a Woosh! Right up the.