Toin Coss

We would like for him to shadow again
Because he doesn’t recognize
All of his lower case letters
But are we not allowed
To make normative statements

Someone’s whispering, whispering in my shirt sleeve
Around the world, around the world
I’m in a cab in London with Timmy
And he’s the voice but he isn’t
Because I could be dead or waking up

King Lear it’s been a pleasure
Serving you today; tell us about
Batman and octopuses
Come and play football with us!
King Lear how would you like your meat?
Please stop need to stop his shadow

Wildfires are causing the icecaps to melt
And the penguins! “It looks like you’ve
Blown a seal” crude and no
Country for old men. King Lear
And the opera Macbeth in a pub
Performed by drunken women
With an infection of lidocaine
Don’t smoke tea Lear
“I can’t smile” he said
“They all sound the same on the phone she
Wasn’t comfortable with me sleeping
In her bed she always had to drink
Sprite and bacon in the morning” oh my
I can’t smile oh my
Call it
God oh my
Coin toss god
I can’t can’t
Smile can’t have my own parade.
Remember because she lost an arm.

This game’s gone on five hours
Royal football. My bed has no
My head has no sheets. Fetch.
This dog has downs syndrome
And my head has no

I’m going to take a shower
Bath pill sip vacation break my time

“What time is the parade?”
Common slang would be trolleyed—
“I haven’t had a crush since
I was fourteen when I
Could find myself in
The rainbow reflection of the screen
I’m more interested in long term cuddles
Rather than just
A night at a time or in the grass
Oh and it was pouring”—

Maybe you’ve made it too personal
Like writing characters in turbulence
Or phone sex. “Hello” “Yes?”
I can hear those muffled whispers
The shadows of coma my coma.
Why is King Lear still here
Wearing Bob Barker’s face he tells
Me “I can never die the world is round
The world is” mine.

King Lear
She is a musician the other a poet
One good with hands
The other with words
And tongue. We put a duck
Inside our turkey, then we put
A chicken inside the duck
I mean dick and fuck
My bed
Has no sheets. Don’t make eye contact
Please my bed is full
Full and full
Of cupcakes

The whispers are no longer muffled but
Real voices
I burst to the surface of the sea.
King Lear is a play.
Common slang would be psychotic.
Why am I cuddling with the radiator
Around the world, around the world
No alone in my room.
King Lear is only paper
This isn’t a legacy.
I’ll play tug-o-war between
Realities. My priorities are
Now lucid
In focus. Focus.
Steady now.
“Hello?”
“No.” Static.
Dial tone.

“Which side of your personality
Am I speaking with is this
Mean Andrew or happy Andrew?”
King Lear and I are on horseback
Riding into the wildfire sunset