smoke broken methods

repair starfish heart

deliver eyes to darkness

lids attuned to pixel drone



skull full of oysters

locust husks containing

yet animate phalanges

papery resolve



smolder, twitch, crackle

fire in your trash can

one hundred fools passing through

your living room



much, much easier

when ill-defined agony

was of girls, bus stations,

eggshell cluelessness and yearning



oak tree silent, half-rotted,

remote, not profound,

ignorable mass of acorn gristle

organic bellcurve swarm

smell of something living and rotting too



sun's coming up tomorrow

far as anyone knows



sitting on a long stone wall and loving

how the light

fires mahogany hues

in her dark hair



that was you, motherfucker



(now I've gone

and gone

all madeline l'engle

on my own ass)



sitting and loving her hair

in the gold light

the mahogany hues



(that was you, motherfucker)



sitting and loving in the light



sun's coming up tomorrow

far as anyone knows