calamitous is the
           bend
of the           gum
and mouthtissue

as it curves

ever
inward

towards a
candy *****;

deep is the forgetting;
lasting is the purse
of
regret

sometimes
a wound-eyed night
stares up at you

indefatigable

like an opening
lotus

bleeding its
sticky seeds
into a famished
pond

like gory streams
of memory
curling their ruined
arms around
your body

maybe you know
or don't know
that they are no longer
here.

That they have never been,
and never will be again.

that those invisible warmths
that you and I
once knew so well

were only brief
and soluble oils
in the lightless
and infinite
sea of our living

House,
A light socket finds the first tooth of god.

Church, I am too old to imagine the waking hours.

Sleep,
Being in the water
when the song
is heard.

I am a calico dream,
slipped in a
teethless gown,
holding a warm
candle to light
your way;

I am a lightfoundling
shimmering in
the rays
of a new unmaking;

I am an ulcered
goodness;

I am
incorporated into
the bodies
of monsters

a fabulous Mars
smoking red cigars
in a penguin suit
outside the door
of Providence;

who is this old man
who walks without a
cane;

is he the needless
demon of war?

We sit in an empty house;
there is the torrent out there,
needling in the soft gloaming;

It is safe in here,
with the
old chairs
and peeling
shelves;

This is a peace
incumbent on the exclusion
of a wintry torment
which wheels and keens
in solitude

always outside
the door

I got this 2 bit christ figurine at Five Under today, his eyes wander like lost dogs and his hands were blunted into single digits in the service of efficiency in a chinese factory somewhere where no one ever sleeps or eats or speaks - I guess they think no one will notice if their god has no hands to hold them; he does so so rarely these days anyway its like he's lost his keys or wallet or something and he's looking for them way in the back where they keep the unicorns and utopias and clean politicians and pure childhoods and never-stale bagels and functional bowels, where all the people who have never once in their lives thought that they might be better off dead hang around and sip kombucha and read Kaur; he's back there, digging around, and god only knows how long until he gets back to work, maybe he'll have a beer first, order in, get comfortable -
point is
i wouldn't wait on him -
he's only on season one of the wire -
certainly hasn't had time to catch
up on you and I's little lives