Like a Hook into an Eye An open eye So picturesque and mythical Smeared How else to Describe a Reaction Some gasp of thought (step step step step_ Mouth covered by Leather Hi, an impossibility Lined by drowned Stumps and long Birds This is my mouth, this is an O It begins, it has an end, But words and Syllables are not Part of the Picture of Dry moss, the blackish and Then the graying– That’s what I saw, in that Stare… “What the Fuck do you Think you’re Doing?” Hello is not a Kiss, Hello is Not what’s Needed I wo
print: Blurred lines and grey Flecks
And your right there
To strangle Words.
Practice again, again, again
At the Whorled texture of his Square Finger,— Earth under,
Sparking Flesh Across my Mouth.
Simmering me carefully,
The World Refusing to reveal its verbs;
Looking Hard and up Close at the Small
Flick of a Tongue, just barely! Just Barely!
The days are gone. Merely one day remains, The one You’re in.
[No… ]
Hello is Not what’s Needed…
Yes, you said. The Bed.
And then a Sigh
Carried up the Way, All to Heaven
[Their Glittering Knives in Salute]
A long Collapse into my Self,,,, with one Great Wonder
(Just How is It
That you Can Walk Across my Life
Like it was Water?)
-The End-
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