sleep keeps the day at bay and something....
else.
it burns
to have eyes this dark -
too early...
but the moon
will suffice.

there's nothing more...
and nothing's
nice.

II

but not too nice.

III

it bleeds where the fingers grip
and the palm sutures
the have-Knot.

but i digress...

i undress the kit
of our entire garb
and shun the whittle
of our sharp bones
of contention
in favor
of a bright glum trumpet -
of our dumb
neglect.

IV

an endless kick
in the
yes.