speak
    lie to me
the meterbox is leaking
black teeth stretch through bramble hearts
look
       draw me an ocean
  swirling
  swirling
find space in spaces
and drown in them
     there
    the doresh haTorah
     writes his code
     stamps his envelops
enveloped in folds
suffocated in empty spaces
touch
clasp for her
radiant flesh
anchored in robes of sung feathers
blood pools at consecrated feet
a slave to the idea of sin
but always withering its invite
spit on your forgiveness
taste
a plum
solid but porous centre
fermenting mud
stinking bottleneck
smog your beaded eyes
gloss over and choke
hear
the unfathomable word
polysemous and locked
in hermetic seals
speak
shout
call to them
any direction will do
you know
you know what they say?
he'd beat his kids
**** his daughters
gnaw their scalps
but he can never remember where he put them
      can never remember their faces
isn't that funny?
isn't it?