Hawaiian Sex God

Angular temperature
rigged into a point in time,
I see you but you

can’t see me. I have
opened a thermometer
and climbed into

the mercury. “I
climb in.” That should
tell you that it

was my dream, because
there is no future definition
of “climb” that is “in,”

and the mercury ate
me like mirrored lava.
I call this dream up

so I can watch the
Mungo family from Decatur
thrill themselves

with their own dreams
of an erotic razorback
gang-bang.