body
in the tides
can’t
swim anymore
treading
a smile too long
to
know how to feel
anything
but the please
night
low birding the dark
perched
beneath
the
bleeding boughs
waiting
for me
to
drown
I
am worn thin enough
to
disguise myself
in
molecular divinities
in
wafer communions
in
each taste of escape
as
music is always playing
always
rooting into the smells
truffle
nosing the water
I
seek what’s trapped in clay
and
sand and the rivers
that
knife through feeble
through
constructed time
I
pray
I
cry for answers
I
dance towards laughter instead
I
feed you entertainment
I
make you forget
you’re
searching too
the
vine of my madness
is
in the ivy
in
the choking brick
and
glass fiefdoms
where
daily rituals are masks
are
theater absurds
are
the words
are
the mere mentions
the
hammer rhythms
the
slaughters in slow motion
the
plow cutting into motivation
the
fight for sloth
the
pointed needle art
the
store fronts that want you
I
want you
even
if I never remember
your
name outside
the
silk dress embroidery
an
Asian design
a
template meditation
I
breathe in
I
breathe out
I
shout against my sleeve
I
hear the music again
the
movements of limbs
that
sell motion to maps
I
am painting those dotted lines
that
hide the smell of wanting
of
being wanted
so
you think in therefores
and
what can you be
but
the song is another rerun mythology
or
cop show and you know
the
play acts as a tribunal
on
a Sunday nearing noon
the
plate says feed me
the
collections of coins
pass
it and pass gas
eat
fast someone might get yours
don’t
smile
unless
you want to please
this
land is a porous solid
the
steam covered compass
evens
the sands
that
are fingered
that
are incessantly
borrowed
by the oceans
they
get angry
with
how much we dump
our
today into tomorrow
we
try to keep current
with
sorrow while we try to keep tabs
of
how much time we borrow
to
stay afloat
ocean
side beach resort
wide
planks salted patina
I
lean in
devour
the bits of sugar
and
paint the nipples
and
smalls of the back
asses
waiting in high black heels
wanting
as I do
for
a more that needs no words
you
invite me
your
eyes say go further
than
the skin allows
tear
the fabric
pretending
to be clothes
lose
yourself
throw
the magnets
back
to the night sky
point
the needle close enough
to
know a directional lost again
the
streets want more
want
your allegiance
you
hesitate
you
lose sight of gravity
in
the crowd
you
find nothing worth keeping
that
fits in your pocket
you
rip your heart out
asking
for donations
in
a mad stutter
that
seems perpetually
near
the Dawn
in
the dark folds
of
secrets being told
EJR
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