Gravity -and its enemies-
pulling one into the other,
not quite a planet and
its moon, but perhaps
a planet and its men
-dependent on the other-

I cough my lungs to splendor
with the simple tchk
of my lighter

Are they standing or
on all fours? Stuck between
two columns of gapped bony thighs
expanding, extracting, contracting

And yet the air
fills and flows until full:
-even throughout the night-

Layer your love
atop me as brusque as
the strokes of an oil painting:
red over blue under yellow

Lokah samastah
sukhino bhavantu

Oh Lord that I would
pray to in my youth,
be that you are as active
as when I beleieved in you,
there is still no affirmation
for if faith brings presence

Prayer being to rely
heavily upon ones
own self storage
of resources

Lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu

Please open seal
gently, the general
surgeon commands
his general army

No more hesitation:
The first incision
made at the
proper perforation

The code is embedded
deep in the thalamus
between -before- us:
A carrier pigeon
bringing his
message

He does not
stop to rest
on his way

Whose little dog
to wag a finger
at today?

-Bone swallowed,
slid and stuck in
the wrong pipe-

What is enough
to feel better?
an equal distribution
of humors throughout
ones constitution

Scales tipped
by the lilts of
a pointer

Frozen pipes filled
with clear molded
folds of flesh
-like wrapped
up flowers,
budding-

No shower
to take
-not even a
cold one-

The sink is running only
warm to hot water, so
at least there's that

My bae has got
these loving arms
that never get enough,
and let me roll too
much

I've got it good, I've
got a good one who
makes me good as new
even as the new
moon rises

Poetry is
the folds of
a tip in a rolled
spliff: is it an
M or a W?