here comes the wind
the blinds clacking
like stuck penguins
I’m sleeping with
a flower vender
on a moped
with a bell from hell
let's part the hood
and ride
our Hegelian brides
with the wicked smiles of those who jerk
off and off
in solid white cloudy tissues
and the ashes of Irish mermaids, yep, them
i clog along
in deer hoofs
my thursdays
bleeding
into your weekends
silk hair expiring at
yr ankles with
a sea map between
cleavage
yr voice cracks
like a piano you keep
moving we’re long
gone
water boils in the clouds
of the sick
i run on beams
a baptismal dish
when i’m smiling
my jaw turns to stone
heft yr own hungry
ghosts
dawn’s kingdom
maketh me
beside the rancid
waters
swift with my
antlers
my tawny
bride
engorged
me
I danced myself
a tomb
a goat two goats
stood on the rocks
my hand raised
towards
THE DAWNS