the lazylectric current

stops at the rubberround my

eyes the blue storminggrey

silence that shouts something

gory bout some whoredribble

horrible heave gag on the

floor, left it there since

Tuesday.

death is omnivorous and it has

fangs and sometimes it beeps like a

machine,

we bleed red our hearts beat strong and

we're just about done, dead.

so light up, drink up, smile and die.

under wisps, footsteps

under wisps, footsteps,

between each note's progression

strides to my voice's various cliffs

caught got my gills clogged because

some dust you brushed off your back before

you forgot to

keep me around, keep me somewhere

in front.

what dug up dug in i

the Earth under my thumbnail

a cardboard cut, they were the

bed sheets for some paid love,

my coming kept going --

roots from my flesh for

tonight.

unseen primrose puff against the

wrinkles of our fists, no closed

hands--a touch at the poles, your

skin seeks my skin and my bones

beneath my body breathless by

light or string my flesh to be alongasideagainst the

heat that survived your standing up and

drifting a distance to see me, adoring you.

i peed with the door open a minute or so ago.