I am Ancient
And I am calling you
Do not leave my eye
By raven-way
You, doused in my hand

I am Called Upon
To boat thy visage apart
Doth not levy mine voice behind
Take thy cloak up-on the flote
And fill thine gut with my sport

I am Love eternal
That has brought you up in circles
That has, hoping you feel fertile,
Milked your insides in our color
Oh, we miss you, love, the gutter

I am feeling Acid
Acting in my skin—
Gentlemen, ladies
Playing on their funny hymns
I'll show you how it ends

I am Your Hands
No, God
Please Hands
I am me, but
I can't be Hands

I wanna work at a laundromat
Where the carpets are flat flat flat
And the washers are egg shell white
Soon to find me there overnight

I wanna work across the street
In the dollar store off the beat
Thrifting modernist wood-grain hats
Someone even sold their cat cat cat

Come on and find me with the Pet Stop freaks
Canary’s and wild flowers leased in heaps
Pleased to find something that’s pink pink pink
Pleased to come to find that it’s extinct

I wanna work at the registry park
Renewing leaves for sharks sharks sharks
I’ll speak softly but make them spat
For the last pen in their habitat

By night I will toil beneath a black sky
Cough cough and inhale my pride pride pride
Watching the men in my watch-men-machine
Living towers where you build your dreams

Somehow, somewhere is a job for me
Come the morning I will scrounge and I’ll bleed
But I’ll look great as I rise to the sky
As there to catch me is that twelve ninety-five

The dirt of an idea
The distant, encasing feeling
A shape
A soil for
The goodbye of magenta

The bones are sinking further
Between rock, between fire
A pile
Or a funeral
Now goodbye, so magenta

The seed of dust in light
The vibrant and solemn shatter
A speck
With life shines through
In pieces grows another

The sowed
The spectral mused
The goodbye of magenta