A poem to live forever and be forgotten immediately

Apple tree its elegant blossom
For dogs not gods

Olive oil and salt
Fat butter

My spit on a pen
in your mouth
Lilac dirt in my hair

What’s more ancient
To change or not

The toughness of lapis lazuli
is Fair
Do not shower in it

Yellow diamond, gypsum
black diamond, chalk
ruby, a fingernail, sapphire
orthoclase, knife blade

The pungency
of wild onions
Aloft the air

The ideal reader would not be fickle
But the reader is fickle
The eye is fickle
And the mind

Murmuring, laughter,
The good and bad taste
of a season

Effervescence, harsh sunlight,
poems about fucking, soft sunlight
Forgotten words that hang there
rotating just out of reach
Ale saying potato cream
instead of peanut butter
Poems about fucking
Leaving a party
then circling back again

How beautiful
this fairweather friend

Why I’ve failed
to remember the future
Because of death I’m afraid
To be serious

Ozzy snorting a line
of live ants
The Sappho fragments
To be discovered
after I die

Ramona holds the bloom
of a nylon rose
Between her paws
Chews at the stem

The tattoo I’m going to get
The tattoo I was going to get

A little tarnished
A little dirty

What’s in your past
Is in your future too

You opened the door
Your hair wet
Black and lavender
What is as eternal as your smile
was to me then
With your eyes cast down

My delight
Shy one

Voices calling unclothe yourself
The moon in the afternoon sky
The obliteration of fruit and flower

Except for my death
I have no secrets

Milk, which lives
and is despoiled
far from home

The taste of water thirsty
vs when you’re sated

Sun fame vs
the ephemeral
fames of the moon

All the Sappho in the Library of Alexandria
My dad said Do you remember the caterpillars

Will someone remember us?
Someone will remember us once