toy crank plastic
motor, metal
windup, click tick between
vertebrae, hips moan
snap
behind me a
smeared fly on the wall or
window

vapor hang

a cardboard

crown is hemmed onto a

little boy's head,

blood falls to his

shoulders, his lips

winding, inclined.

bed sheets pinned to his

collar float-fall vapor hang,

hushed.

i have been sitting here for nearly ten minutes now, sifting through my iTunes library to find the right song. whatever bit of music i'd been searching for would kick my skin into scales and i'd feel something to write down. i'd swim in something that i could keep forever.

i am dry.

day

or

two

old dirt

match dust

dried

mustard

sleep time so long

locking goodnight between the

sour gaps of my lower rutted

wire

grains of sleeptight tail,

wag from between my

lips,

a sleep time.

so long!

a sapped sink, sweat

sweet dreams.

shaken skin

harmony round the

bronze walls, bubble

blimp fat curve

static wrapped snug round the

hair on your arms, warmth

catching clinging, sternum to

spine

hazel splash, round back

silk caught got you

sunk.