Aleatory Accumulation Anti/Ghazals I-III, I-IV

the rushing of the blood in the stream
 
fuck up the city fathers real good
where I am the heroic Builder
 
shouldn’t kiss the shit-eater
“loosen strings,” from across the void
 
she is a magician with her vagina
who can tolerate the moody blues?
 
Soundtrack to suburban misery? No thanks
your expectations didn’t fall—they were pushed
 
the rumbling on the tea / water boil
sideburns I imagine cutting square lines in my face
 
grunts gru