sore noses and wrinkled pants
dance on dust covered floors
we tower over the shadows
that are heavier than gravestones
can’t we talk anymore
without breaking each others spirits
spasms of whitewash
flashes of dust linger on
the infinite consciousness
your lesbian teachers
and your liquid heaters
beating you into
compulsive recapitulations
swamps and drainpipes
filled with the sludge of apes
throughout the ages
the bugs and the mosquitoes
drowning us in their dying
feral campgrounds and estuaries
cinnamon handstands
and homemade brandy