my house spews upwards
in a flat anti-neighbourhood of
disconnected—
the screen blinks, blank;
but the active round will follow
fatebang:
we are, each, a house
grown up/ward,
alone and easily swayed
(alone, uneasily swaying,
tech support
              cannot prevent our fall.)

If forgetting encroaches,
Build a pallisade of memory,
Gathering within
all worth remembering.
This, He said, is my instruction:
Understand it as allegory
at the risk of your self-destruction.

my face is hollow
grated like jail, rusted and
overgrown with vines
blooming bloodflowers which burst
dripping endlessly inward

dont move, she said. he—
felt the cold loaded gun. they
d been betrayed:
cops.

follow her follow
her doubled in greenlit
rooms,   golden bridges
possess her    /    she is possessed
of death: falling—.  in love again.

blood dries, bones break; sweat
and tears like rainwater flow
into the sewer

woodcutter's sunlight
absent like truth at the gate
at raintime; strangers'
memories, flowing as mud
a samurai was killed, but—