Poems

words coat the object


↓     the venom prays to its simplicity as it kills you


    sets clouds loose under your softening fingernails


    producing the type of smile drawn on a tree with a knife


    you have more than one enemy


    and i am more than one of them



↓     sleep is damaged at this altitude


    all commas are hammered flat for use in acupuncture


    the vertebrae protrude like questions on your back


    i walk my fingers one either side of your spine


    stop at the point on the neck most likely to break



↓     the roof answers the rain


    countless decisions fall in places other than memory


    your body floating to the surface of your white dress


    eyes leak through your skin as i move towards you


    you have swallowed my head with one word



↓     words coat the object


    you untie its outline and feed it into raw space


    you index my anatomy with the same science


    keep my tongue on a shelf in your library


    it says i was not with you when we disappeared



↓     cremated echoes are an uncommon freight


    newly embossed onto the lips of your inner ear


    they are extruded as spokes into the whispering wheel


    listening was too hard for your soft voice


    you transformed my deaf face into a stain



↓     you are in this thought because you had nowhere else to go


    for some reason i agreed to plagiarise your existence


    with simple carpentry you turned my chest into a bed


    arranged twelve eggs in the pattern of a still clock


    in this instant we stop evolution and repair our shadows



↓     you attach a signal to a wire to illuminate your name


    harden its spelling with the black polymers in your breath


    this line incised and served through our forms by the draper


    our old friend who placed us side by side in his window


    encouraged us to comb the arrows out of each other’s hair



↓     i have patented the contents in your mirror


    my image of your image cannot be reproduced


    we have slowed the light enough to put it on a leash


    our paralysis is in itself a sin


    when we sigh we are guilty of murder

 

 

ants

how long will a thought last
in a swimming pool filled with ants

how long will an ant last
in a swimming pool filled with thoughts

drowning resuscitates itself with bodies
instigates a banquet for the partially submerged statistic

water itself presents itself as a scoreboard
a surface untallied but not thrown through her window

 

spider

the spider in the dream
that kills the spider in the dream
that kills him as he sleeps
its web left in his waking mouth

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