Sinew
And
this was something
we
knew. The black sand
mingles
the eclipsed beach
water’s
blueness for bubbles
to
gray.
Seeing
for us touchers
in
the dark makes do. I love
momentarily.
I
can
finally tell you something
true
inside the time of this moment
is
gone now. And again.
If
I want to smell inside of
your
body smells. The way I when.
What
happened to logic is
sound
and the things are neat to be not
true?
Fill
a mouth
with
scratched off slate
scrape
of the chest brain’s
loopy
heart. It sounds like
a
song.
There
must be something to
speak
the words of our saying
soon.
Some machine to pick
out
the stuck image of the past
posting
notice of suffer,
the
gargle to gag and to soothe.
I
wonder some particular street
–know the what
of the when.
The
sashay
of
the spool just sits there. This instant,
a
single strand of spider silk on
the
ceiling becomes our sharing of.
You,
the meaning’s becoming ghosts
off your now what is said
so
say became.
Why
apologize at all after the trick
if
it’s what you wanted?
Why stare
into
the base of my neck and not
my
holes?
Posted 10/22/13