light & dark are
our true parents
& we are all the
mixture of both

& resemble each
one inside & out

light & dark
like parents

looking on from
empyrean &
laughing, say:
the little ones are
so colorful

her words are written on
the mirror backwards b/c
she wrote them from the
other side; she's not out
here, she's in there trying
to tell me something; she
wants to be friends but I
have to smash the glass to
free the dead girl's shade

O
the sable eyes
of the twisted
                             thing
O
there are so many days
O
leaves brush ur skullcap
jewels
wishing beside the  lake
overlooking atoms
                                twisting
&

weighted scales fallen from eyes that I do not own
other monsters come beneath and rise over them
we place napkins so lightly arising and weep
tea time, flowers, amenable, soothing

running to get a foothold, three steps before a leap
none will say goose goose gander to you or I
nobody wants games now in my rubble of storm
all is a heap of torn down things floating away

hold onto your hat, it's deep here, a gamble
there are footholds in a marsh inside my dream
pitons need sharpening, moon shines merciless
as we tumble into said ravine on one long string


lost, as begun
never to
rise

superheroes only exist in mad
fever dreams where the pink &
gray bunnies hop on freight trains
getting their fuzzy tails sooty
their satin slips sliding slick &
greasy; O Manu, shove her up ur
nose as a child-bride; thinking
of when the explosions of hunger
were ghosts in the forests of
Hungary where the three-headed
& three-legged dogs race to the
end of the Asian world; Siberian
working-houses built in rows
of lives in red western pink & blue
rivers of children's rolled eyes