on nights
when i let a
spider live, on nights when
i take it outside in a glass:
shivers
and days
when i stamp a spider under
shoe, on those days when i
stop life dead flat:
relief
blood god
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honey
lucent
nicotine dreams,
(the wasp, too, pollinates)
and under honeycombed bridges
i swim,
reflect
upon a moonbeam during day,
and wake only to your
kiss: soft as an
egg yolk
tonight,
you were in an
ache i felt. pinned upon
the ceiling, the top of your head
smelled nice
minotaur
in my
mind is a maze.
and in that maze is a
minotaur. and in his mind is
a maze.
and in
that maze is a bad minotaur.
and inside his mind is
the color white.
just white.
non
exiled,
denamed, unknown,
no longer in the mind
of god, re: obliterated,
a void,
a spanse,
defaced, unlabeled, unmasked, peeled
completely down to the
very center
peel where
the trees’
fingertips dance
like dark green spanish skirts,
like a ripple of millipede
legs: breeze
Spine
To feel
Threaded-up by
Gut and needle. To chew
Bitter-root like a Tylenol.
Organs
Failing,
And a memory too soft
For sharp telling-of-tales.
To feel old, but
Want more
Small Signs
Couldn’t
I foresee this
Unwanted possession
Of a colossus? Alas, the
Small signs
Never
Connected from one to other:
The smoke, nor the lightning,
Nor the silence,
Nor dreams
Anvil
On an eggshell,
One-sand-grain hourglass,
And a God-sized marble that keeps
Us close
god’s brain
lacks a reward
center: it moves over
the waters, numbering without
counting.
god’s brain
lacks its reward center and clicks
dispassionately past
The Miracle.
god’s brain
sleep-watches
and in morning
walks passionately past
as an interdimensional
monad,
and snail
shell hurricanes faze not the brain
of humble almighty
mister god man
who wants
nothing
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