If we walked (chance zero)
Northbound and wandering, we
would find him
coiled and knotted, fair
trees, we, parched and swollen.

If I wailed (each moment)
tempest cast, give me, give me
reasoning, we trees, pine broken
and snared.

Cause is collision, backward ***, undone
I saw him once, steady smooth
and ear-hum, venture-static in snow:

If he gazed (everyday, evasive barrel, pull the trigger)
Every man has it in
for a basement show.  Don't go. Don't go.
(memory is silence, Devil's Day is brewing, wishing is constant, undeniable nusance),

I swear,
the dead only quickly decay.

You are the mother
of wet hands.
In slow belly suede,
a soft skin of milk
is a wanton half
haggard and white
knuckled.

Today, I joined the circus
and breathed two breaths:

one for my youth,
one for my mouth.

one for a miser,
one for a coward.

You are the father
of thin tendons.
Reap in belly suede,
nuance spoiled and spoken.

A dragon by the tongue,

I breathed fire, stifled
nectar
and ate my fist.

Be dark, night--
on rests the Swallow, the
vagabond, the worrier.

With darkly cauls and veils
of infancy, the blue-bloods
calling:

Mother of mercy, Mother
of grief.

and in greed, he follows,
a blind man wretched beneath
the sun and quiet in the night.

Be dark, night.
Be folded by the belly,
Be milk, warm-cast in life's
coldly arms--

for the transient, the reviler,
wander hand in hand
lonely by the light.