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wither I /
shrinking capsule in a great /
intestinal wash heaving /
across the concentrated space of this country /

my hand’s wave grows smaller /
hardly picking up the lid /
of a passing infant /
these hands break /
under the weight of a match /

no longer a son /
and none before me /
crawling towards the world’s lip /

better to be lost each day /
fingering for patterns of light /
than accounting for chair legs /
on the wake’s ballroom /

let’s hear it for the pill in the gut /
forgiving form for a spray /
across the universe’s territory /
pinching the noses of all /
the imagined gods /
lying in wait ’til spring /
is the last season

change the light bulb /
it’s not simple twisting the earth /
all wet, sticky and slick /
vibrating at its own alarm /
standing on the moon may /
provide some healthy leverage /
enough to grab it whole /
and feel all that crawling beneath the skin /
takes cycles to unwind /
finally disconnected, floated in darkening space /
a perfected time to say goodbye /
the vaccuum inside dulls that holds light /
best to be dim /
less pain flickering through history /
there’s one song in space /
ready to O

we can move our mouths from the cleaned curbside /
we can spit from the middle balcony, best on our backs /
oh the uppers can’t afford what they can’t purchase /
fashion in the streets, all the colours with blood as the base /
should we just ask the name children pronounce daily /
I’m me, who are you? /
shared movement through the field /
and the next new world made with a similar growing hand /
and then the giants making everything smaller /
holding your child’s heart as an unleashed sign /
that it should extract without limit /
potential is for children here /
and campaigns elsewhere

a small time to put aside /
the head blinking loud /
in the display window where the human sale is always the best /
there is little time to refuse to live /
for those who choose /
to insert splinters between /
what is now and what is now /
one’s health suddenly appears /
on the wall calendar /
marked, “last day, too” /
the head returns banging on the drywall /
there is nothing left to count

all the pennies have disappeared /
currency is no longer counted by fingers /
what is owed carries the boldest font /
the new is made burdenless /
promises bend around a distance corner /
beyond the reach of the tongue’s taste /
at checkout, the cashier placed a space in the bag /
a sample to bring home /
and test on the kids’ fevers /
so many flavours, so many shades /
so many five note brand hooks /
echoing off the thickening walls

outside of our world /
making a meal of expired skin /
eating what we were /
microscopic consumers of our past /
thank you for erasing what was /
jawing through all our ghosts /
leaving us as thin as the sheets for the morning

good goad! /
the name, the name spoken aloud finally /
after centuries as a symbol /
passed around in a note /
from child to child loitering conspicuously on the city’s corners /
good goad! /
slice the last syllable off of each sentence delivered /
to adults because they have hidden so much already /
keep a few mysteries unsaid /
adults must earn rights, too /
only a few are presented at birth in transparent gift boxes /
little surprise after the first shriek /
so much is the dim empty space within a present /
oh goad! /
twist us all together into a blinding tether /
pulling planets out of their orbits /
into a wheel within wheels /
shaving sparks off a dark vacuum /
furious slivers in our eyes

it’s a safe calculation /
jumping from the space needle /
the sum below will arrive /
regardless of the units /
assembled underneath for the morning’s display /
dividing through each other /
not to mention, as they are not, /
stilled angles unmoving wedging /
into the give of space /
always adding a room to measure /
variations on an original sum /
made less until weightless /
drifting into out paths, welcoming /
the chance to trip over every single thing /
back to the landing /
move the earth upwards /
that is the exception for each end /
a rush to complete the equation for one 1 /
a single number formula proposed daily /
isolated to its own variables /
accelerating to be free of all angles

maybe a day wishing for the death of the dollar /
a last show of interest around stained sheets and uncirculating air /
what next? what next? /
to keep causing the fight in the middle of the dance floor /
the ankle biting in overchlorinated pools /
the metered taps in the firehouse /

farewell 100th cent that put the title in the count of talent /
we only expected the number to be an abstract, said the abacus makers /
not a hole in every wall letting exhaust in from future highways /
pushing shoelace aglets eastward /

drop a bomb at the memorial service in between calculated pauses /
let the embers be an early sunrise /
forcing a day forward /
rubbing the face off a weighted clock

the body will flatten out /
stretching into a thinning line /
point fading, end ending /
and some land breathing around it /
with more colours and shades /
than our internal organs can muster /

what a dull dot are we /
blinking enough to miss the sun /
sleeping beside the giant /
who can smell like all of us /

too small to wake him /
stepping again in our own tracks /
days made into a flip book /
thumbed backwards /
delinquency enough to throw matches at our children