scream when born /
and don’t stop /
let the boat leak /
until it swallows the ocean /
fill the air /
with counterfeit notes /
an unrecognized currency /
gumming up nano trades /
until the top floors flood /
cry till the door falls off /
then that summing whisper /
more a tune for the closing of the birthday card
forget fingers /
they had a point so long ago /
now the desk hovers over the head /
and ink is sipped in a morning mouth /
dark hole clapping for food /
wait, the bus blue past /
and the neck never launched /
craned over a dried well /
pecking for its own order /
what a dismal portrait lurking at the unveiling /
the feet are down there /
where the sparrows feel little need
all the dawning deflated santas in the world can’t save christmas /
I believe in the ideal /
although I see no evidence on this earth /
I am a quiet god /
polishing my myth in the mornings /
I can see you forget /
the falling of your face /
the warmth turning towards the corner /
I may die today /
figurative or otherwise /
and take the world with me /
that’s my promise to you /
leaving an emptied space /
where new fauna can be invented /
where the always lingering smell of humans is removed /
the freedom of starting at 0 /
nothing before you always /
no need to sleep /
no need to turn away /
breathing in all environments /
air water soil /
all you created moving through your body /
you everywhere and all things again
so long carcass /
wading in your own fluid /
droopy eye for passing charms
rising early this millennia /
so often, no need to nail the door /
though some new organs would be appreciated /
and black light teeth for those midnight awakenings /
make it harder to end yourself /
that’s what everyone says quietly /
this story buys a beer at most /
few step back or sideways anymore /
this spatter is the only time raising interest /
it’s habit now to cross on a red /
relaxing for the hard weight of the grill /
to break this rummaging sleep /
opening a smile in the dark
the knife is too obvious in the study /
coyly position an inkwell instead /
it’s rarely the cuts, rather the pricks /
that shift organs port or starboard /
the rivers dip into us and recede /
knowing we are not the true points of direction /
sift still and witness the tides that are dust /
maybe a squeaky toy to pop the weather balloon
better than ever is then /
melting windows again /
solid to liquid to gas /
scales progress’ slogan up /
back to the beginnings /
where all are one undistinguished form /
dreaming of the devil to move /
us forward against the other /
thee great interrupter /
rewriting the human map /
to resemble a billion length ledger /
rewind back to a single cell screaming
so many bellows assuming ears in the future /
dripping in all directions /
demanding its own own /
sprouting a first hand /
to needle at god /
what do we know now /
of this space we breathe combined?
lean away /
this may get flowery /
blocking your pores with tonal tinctures /
A to G to F and luring minors /
when to drool during a reading /
always is but clamp to the seat /
all your senses is ill /
perhaps a shout to undo the election /
perhaps cubed sugar between molars /
for framed decay /
let’s mention love to the intercom /
tapping digits on the digital dashboard /
waiting for the inflamed arrival
I am going to dig a hole /
a real hole /
where nothing is everything /
and the neighbours will weep in amazement /
skeins of geese will be pulled off course by its presence /
holes are all we can do to impress /
poking billions everywhere /
telling ourselves, holes move us forward /
trip by trip /
and names for each /
mine is dug
those cold bodies in the sky avoid self-promotion /
they wait long and refuse to move /
no wish or whisper can reach them /
hissed alone in that night that was to be filled /
with flashing signs marking here forward /
they must be dusty or frozen /
to sit so long and not need to shift weight /
if we stayed still for eons /
there may be attention paid /
for being so peacefully menacing