locust songs twist silver slivers
on the mattress on
the floor in the
fight to the death winding against
wet pink feathers

I turn my imaginary arm back
from cartoon space and We're
****** since arms are extinct.

one hundred suns buried
in golden broken walls
mangled retinal mosaic
calibrated splattered traincrash
cutting through
featureless massacres

Everything on the table
burns and runs
molten copper into
drowned corners where
humanity falls in silence

disappear with her
and the bar room growls
while the wistful claws
force out into their homes
beneath the swelling sea
from the ruin
of my memory
We walk into Purgatory
the way two children dance to the fair
For minutes
We're there
innocence blesses the sky
our hearts made of white
Light

Each cell winced a dream
the river's mouth at your back
the particle that was mine was turned

In time and produced your crying children
reverberating and bleeding in dark bars
time clocks gouged your heart

You faced Death
That's enough.

she zipped back and broke that glass suit jacket
as a running youth
as grey months brake into the Atlantic

where the viscera is pinned to a dancefloor
one of my ears is a surgeon the other
is not here

her ankle turns above water which is
a piano turning in court
an apple in cold grass

the song on her phone sings me out of last night and off our bed
I'm only rising
not waking from a terrible dream like I wish

be weak be strong decide lead love allow
be nice be a monster
but I let her walk on me

run over me
take the last ember
open my arteries like a paper

I'm working on a headache that
should last a lifetime
while sugar falls and burns

one lingering arm will curl around
a fence of breath

formations appear against time in
orange arias

a remote nervous soundtrack tingles
ever silent