i held hell in my hand and fell.
silent and dead
at the end of the penrose stairs.
living among the rats.
promising to pay them back.
giving out ribs, tissue and teeth
when there is a debt to collect.
waking with ***** in my sweat
spilling to the floor
in every corner that was met.
confused that there is no door.

the egg is cooking in my heart.

an amorphic pink humming mist
makes flowers grow
wild and
wilt and
rot.

it hums our head into hemispheres.
a Venus Fly Trap.
a Fly for a mind.

it rains dead pianos
when i try to sleep.
it drives the cicadas
inside them to drink.
i must be possessed,
or so says my shrink.

if i quieted my teeth
the music would have
nowhere to sleep.

naked.
*****.
running through
the streets.

but you cant escape the spirits.

classroom setting the table.