Apart from my misery
The stony hole, the wilting flower,
Earth took a bud and shaking membrane,
Past the lobe a striking pick
Bending backwards a loping,
Breasted mound.

The earth is shallow.
As I bring clay to cheeks and
Whisper, unto him my ****** water,
In boyish legs, spreading between them
It grins a tepid, milky space
As pick I do at tufts of hair.

Biting lamps out down the walkway
And into the zone of paper grass;
Digging a gloomy bruise with fingernails
And spits of wood
That blood, a brightened slip,
A fattened pathway,
Rests, in part, in that Alley,

Apart from my misery.