I gun out, a
cigarette between fingers left hand on the stirring wheel. a daughter at heart,
something dear at soul, a hurricane at the layer. inside worlds as most concerned
so many ways to read a mystic. a language in fire a flame fierce in mud trying
to swim—like a sea of quicksand, screaming at faith, most elements turning
black. a reaper laughing guts upheaving I’m tripping in a hazy ink. palm prints
rushing shores a number of ghosts with lion heads.
too much of that,
spacy in silence, achy for clearance.
at the farmstead
fretting a séance too many going wild & crazy. trying to undie trying to
reglue, at a feeling like undone. mythic emotions over oysters with a giggle in
address; a tequila shot, maybe two more, we’ve been at it so long … thickened phlegm
couching up a dinosaur, wrestling a gila monster.
it felt uncouth
racing doing a hundred, sped through demons, cut lanes, a man transfused into a
creature; blues blazing liquor scented I wake up sweating. too long a fever too
long to feel easy, most get a little nervous.
Love is gifted
person, good at kinesics rolling into immortality. I keep a spoon as for scooping
debris so much gold in soil.
our public domain
our intrusive internet our Haagen-Dazs with sorrows—so stolen from self so
aloof from mirrors so steeped can’t return.
our condition, as
it made fire, a soul carrying a country creek.
the nuts &
bolts those features like bored with repetition—estranged from my hands, at a
date with my heart, too long since I unknifed my back.
ingrown genetics.
ingrown pitfalls. too ingrown to skip a generation.
