Out in a cabin in the back
woods once again
what speaks louder that words
are my words and the masses just whisper.
Rabbits **** bears,
timber
exoskeletons
crack, porcelain
underbrush
surrenders, those red strings
nudge me
to acknowledge it,
the Shakespeareans are creeping in on purpose,
i've tried too hard to please this hardwood floor.
Excuses: I am--
--walking on the body of a
violin
--measuring the plucked
requirements of the craft,
a melodic one.
--forgetting my voice.
I met your envelope
of panic
switch--vapor lights
staring down on my skin.
Pink elephants
bound on crosses strung up in red
--you stitched their brick hearts.
I was welded
to the screen door by the touch
of a one-way street,
epidemic voices are farming the cure for salvation before our cauterizing
muzzle flashes
--the outline of your fleeing justice.
I smell rain and why I fell in love with you,
--you never write when you're angry