the intestines are the purist manifest of love /
still wringing everything long after the expression /
making a tight, dedicated fist of given waste /
reluctant to let go, impacting all that was offered /
contracting a material world, all we bow to /
into a dark diamond offered again to the struggling senses /
a bed and a ceiling available to all for warmed descent
seeing everything again today /
all the drips, flakes, peels, crusts /
lifting up into our thin atmosphere /
death isn’t worming through the ground /
it is as light as last year’s dusted skin /
blinking in the late afternoon sun /
swimming in the air upwards /
towards the nothing expanding above our heads /
death is weightless, without form /
spreading out amongst emptied space /
and pricks of light holding
every way is clear away /
numbers now and over a carry over /
inspiring waste of time /
we aspire to do diligently /
cracking the day made useless /
a subtraction of its parts /
till the less than zero burns /
a brilliant hole in the drywall /
gleeful it should spread /
into the next morning frame /
add or deduct nearly everything /
artefacts of the future already unbearable /
never consume anything on the menu
no rain for weeks and heads still on fire /
blessed is rusty condensation in the storeroom /
tapping on our tongues unfolded for the trip down /
everyone runs in a straight line from combust to combust /
tearing past malachite and mantis, phlox and plum, layered in shade below /
skimming the outline of words by each other’s glare /
that flare sent up days ago has yet to arch down /
it’s pin of flame lost amongst the flashes we fan about /
draining oxygen from every public place
the citizens are waving along the canyon /
its depth is a massive yawn /
at our moments protruding like minor blemishes /
culmination, an unnecessary by-product of fits and hissing /
not the starry explosions of gargantuan gestures /
sweeping whole ideas off the continent /
but an unsteady stream of cooking oil /
we boil ourselves into
craft is a balance between sharpening the knife /
and tamping the urge to thrust at random /
preferably up a down escalator /
shredding gift bags and beverage containers at the mouth /
lost the thread of the export there /
landed on an unclaimed planet few tourists plan for /
one letter after another until the plot is claimed /
figurative survey stakes raised just enough to trip over /
that’s what keeps the bubble over the head /
shaved rage hammering at the alphabet /
building a fresh unoccupied division daily /
zero units sold and counting, always burning through /
the blinding city on my hill
T capitalized /
not quite a cross /
crucifixion stops at the roof of the mouth /
pronounced never the full way through /
to a recognizable torso /
sloping from the precise arms /
imagine the next rood against the sky /
will it survive beyond the cycle /
waking from dead on a weekend? /
just another body shouting /
amongst the atoms of a nation
a sample of earth was found in the elevator /
having travelled for days up and down /
far from the low rumble of the planet /
pinwheeling slowly in its space /
some eat dirt because they choose to /
letting the grit stimulate their gums /
scouring the throat with each gulp /
gradually consuming the continent /
until all the roots are bare /
and apartments slide toward the sea
there is much less to do /
than can be imagined /
sit down on the rock
bigger than a city bus /
pause all day long /
until your organs rest too /
no oxygen, blood, urine, feces moves further /
the tilt forward halts /
nothing comes as a brief flash in the eye /
then moves outward from the warm hole /
pushing your frame aside
so lead with the bodies found in the observatory /
that line will pull a few gills up into air /
subscribe to soundtrack for digestion /
pillow sounds as light as barely /
grab the ankle escaping at lunch /
how a discussion descended into sceptic /
leaves temporary workers puzzled /
tell the long tale swaying into darker waters /
too much to prove /
a whiteout of documents just over the hill /
in decline, stake your bookmark /
keep a quick quote handy