open your mouth --- wider
there, those are bones
roots known by the flesh

look at your fingertips
they too bear the bone
scrim ***** coverings, ten of them

the scar on your skin
observe it
harm came to you
visited you - did you

re
member
it?

or did you
bottle it
and set it to
the dark green
murk beneath?

is it a part of you
that you shun? embarrassed
by its inarticulate language
curling and lunging

discolored other?

animal, listen
your mouth noises: mere symbol

your thoughts:
brief shimmer o' the surface

this is black
you are but blue
that is all

the scream of us
silent silent
it never left the head

metalwing riveted
flying gliding
low-flung flutter rust

the pill
taking
us crush
plush
amid quoted
cloudflower bloom soon

this is -just- a life,
and i am jus you
over there - torn too.
but this tilted
tumult, momentous,
sez otherwise dot dot dot

----- who am i to quest?
i guess i'll jus let the tugshove be(come),
and bleed n cry n stretch these
altered shoulder blades lifted
into something other,

even as
my toes
tell me
hard tales
so ocher.

there is
so much
of

some
thing, rare

and (for ******* once)
actually worthwhile,

that never
gets out.

it plays intermittently
behind shuttered eye;
each new rerun cutting, polishing,

while we watch,
almost (it seems) completely passive  -
transfixed by the whatif.

it is ghost.
nothing more.

try to capture it, it
comes out rote
on lit walls tall; with
chairs chairs and
floors and stairs
and balconies and stage and

nobody is there.
none of them came out.

the ground has crept
up into the sky and
the gods are right around
the corner and
the rubber sole
on my shoe
is coming off the canvas

it won't stop
the feelings of it'sallwrong
tumbling inside my gut

ocher yellow
oxidized
waves flake
sheets of
metal tides
rivets fixed to
crest and trough

i come
i go and
little nothing's
eat at my
sloughed bone

i am going to ****** this moon

little abyss, my ear, yours..
for too long, i have trysted with
that last slip

'summoned you softly
in my dark little posies:
take this wisp

these framed pixels won't do
it screams derivative
only mine truly haunt