ALL GOLD EVERYTHING

I.
A yawning
Pitbull puppy
dipped in gold.

II.
A gold grill
dipped in gold.

III.
A gold bicycle
dipped in gold.

IV.
one gold watch
two gold chains
six gold rings
dipped in gold.

V.
A limited edition Goldeneye
Nintendo 64 controller
dipped in gold.

VI.
Stacks
on top of stacks
on top of stacks
dipped in gold.

VII.
A Fedloan Income-Based
Repayment Plan Request
dipped in gold.

VIII.
The Collected Poems
of Kenneth Koch
dipped in gold.

IX.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
dipped in gold.

X.
Petals on a wet, black bough
dipped in gold.

XI.
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain
water
dipped in gold.

XII.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
dipped in gold.

XIII.
Every atom belonging to me
belonging to you
dipped in gold.

You Can Thank Me Now

after Aubrey Graham

Put those fucking heels on
and follow me to your dorm
room. We’ll have ourselves
a lightshow—we’ll have
ourselves a series of
pyrotechnic combustions
in the name of my good glory—
we’ll have ourselves some
love songs—we’ll have ourselves
some Alicia Keyes and then we’ll have
more love songs and we’ll sing about
me and then rap about me, and then
maybe if there’s time we’ll sing about
you—we’ll have ourselves some
liner notes—O! Lebron James! O!
Lemon-Lime Soda! O! You Immaculate
Inventers of Autotune! This solipsism
is brought to you by all the strippers
from the glorious state of #STAYH8N.
This solipsism is brought to you by a herd of
animated woolly mammoth. This solipsism is
brought to you by YOU and by ME and by THE
STARS, and the stars were brought to you by
MY LONELINESS, which is blasting from the
sound system of some badass white kid’s
BMV as he drives down De Grassi Street,
because I’m here and you’re here and
we’re not going anywhere until all the
bitches get their hair did so we can
get to talking about my feelings.