My sarah got pinched off by loose hose

I won’t say much about the beginning or end of things
that eventually fall apart;
listening to how the traction of the steam bull lifts off in style like a supreme dove 
in sandals and beth tubs 
our wardrobes’ wildfires upon the marked calendar year 
beyond this moth or that
we cry the lysol burn with mixing fragrance that inseminate dust 
with matchboxes for penises eventually startled and never aloft 
or castrated and thrownup beyond earthy childlike hoo-hah 
annulled by ultimate blitz and fuckorama 
this dude bitch collision by sight of wrathful ailmented god sogging behind faithfully 
beyond relief of this unskilled condition

Davy Crockett Wiggins is a first generation Japanese-American studying Creative Writing as a freshman at Southern Oregon University. He writes short stories and poems, working with professors Craig Wright and Kasey Mohammad towards publication. He takes a lot from his parents Bruce Wiggins and Hiromi Fujita; he was a baseball player, an alcoholic, and a writer; she is a ballerina and a chef.