a magpie cracks its throat outside the window / a northwest wind lifts under the snow upsetting the formality of a blanket white / it is chilly every day in hell since the landlord left for a better role / the weather never gets here though an unexpected phrase may nip at what is known
there is a pin hole growing larger hanging over the beige houses, soon to be seen through once the image on the other side takes in our reflection, a near-mirror without inversion and faces over our own, bent light coming to stake its claim over this insulated dominion
the old daylight crawls through the window, trying to sneak past locks and codes to curl up in the bed and imagine sleep, dinner tastes like dust, the stove glows red, heatless but raging over lightning strikes in the distance, objects do not dance, they tumble, listening only to gravity
beauty evaporates gravity, sending all the kitchen utensils, carpentry hardware, medical instruments into the air, its true aim to dissemble this body as well, every pointy thing floating, undirected, drifting towards soft limbs, waiting for an argument
write everywhere, especially where there is uneven ground, like a constrictor pushing the catch through its length, force script into the land, driving across basements, bunkers, cellars, pillars, eating the earth whole, mouth by mouth
one thing adds up / so do words depending upon the container / sickly yellow styrofoam for ironic appeal / don’t mistake the package for the food / thing in the air, thing in the road, thing in the car, thing in the word / lacking breath, thing sneaks out of mouth
toe to the world / patent pending 11th finger twirling tinsel / brown-eyed penny rolling towards circulation / rainbow tacks pointing towards the heavens / all shiny things for the gut / shiny has a prick / swallowing such every day in missed thought / blazing down the throat
more talk of the devil please / dust off the second chair and pull it up tight / use words already used in a comfortable conversation about the better way back when pedestals and thrones kept the horizon / compare fingerprints and the same things touched through many mirrored lives
slice the sun like a pie though its the only true eye, too bright to look at, divide its warmth amongst season pass holders and its flames across the parking lot, popping tires, melting credit cards, settling the first layer of future fuels
on less, please pass generations across the table, only all the air they can breathe, water to drown weeds, lighten tongues, and an endless alphabet tripping down steps for each stairing upwards at the ghosted bond