What is your name? Never know. Hunched, picked off a pair’a you—neither crow nor winch. A thing god backlit in neon after blessing us with neon. And I know what it means as a poet to carry this heavy basket—faint mason, invisible stevedore, passage of time, neither good nor right.
I am fearful for firm and misunderstood things— the spume, smiling inside the gargoyle, cultural forb— they’re no different as carrion ghouls. Time has done miserable things with light—he waves no staff nor hauls no sack of turquoise shards. Quick!
He’s about to make a break for it. He’s about to windlass Into the clouds, that one’s fancy. The crocodile climbs many painted ladders. No weighted, pretty purple halos ringing the eyes of these wordy wraiths—embrace not knowing your name. I struggle to pull down the old crucifix.
for mouths. remember the taste of the burning dollar bill, the mossy ember. the inhale. meant it differently than the other, but they were both beautiful men with spouts one poet said, and then as if in response: charnel house, said another. one search from time to time. in the dark off-ness, what does one find? charnel house it was somehow meditation. felt nothing searched. still search. we still die. later, on holly street, i used my hands to break plates against the wall and why not others were doing it and if a man can — again, why not? and i did not in relation to every man — an impossible task. when i was thirteen i did a thing because that makes them special. i of course mean me, but think about my self state of things the big ones derivative in their not caring much about anything; i interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to wonder about the current
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