Godless godly engine
Dreams its fuel for
entertainment
and call it at
art

Cup your palms around
that candle dear lazy
Spells to cast to the wombs
keep our ghosts outside
peering into tent *****
yellowing irises and
stamens strangely swaying
but nonsense
Butte no
out there
they stalk you dear lazy

I like to put my feet up
on the wall
and cross my legs over the tile
it feels comfortable
and smooth
         this is my bastion
vast and wet and screaming for
a release.                          but most often
it's a quiet place
a temple I've built to worship you in
where words echo somberly
invaders demand their boat back
and ask if it floats
  it does

Starts in the stomach
works is way up
Enveloping shroud
eloping off with
sensibility
sexuality
senses
gripping onto
wringing anxiety jams
for sale
just shake it all off
and stop worrying so much

Oh god I haven't had nightmares
Like that in
awhile
crouching in that basement
bathtub
from my childhood
the theme was clearly fearful
Someone had come
and I was hiding
making myself small
taking little breaths
so they couldn't hear my terror
my heartbeats
but I could hear
their heavy foot steps
on the carpet
crunching it
upstairs
maybe the door will hide me
when they open it and I make
sure the lights are off but
there's more than one now
and
they're coming

Eyelids are worse with
gravity when you're
breaking a door
******* it's been shut too long so
I want to river this until the
whole town glows
and goes under and you can see
its reflection from the surface
Of glass
stay awake just a little longer with me