Damp Breath Cause
Im holding alex to my neck while they slobber,
and water held heat to me and the mountain.
theres no room for obsidian, and ears, and ‘meat hooks’
to alleviate the boundaries between palace and
ten telephones breathing stupidly. wheres now’s cauldron?
and whos vibrator? and most gifted what the city park
alder, leaning, making new friends out of everything and bells,
if I wished to cover my brain in paint, I think I couldnt
tell if. my bucket. and my throat in paint. paints asp. a thick red asp
fluffing up, fluffs spines, throws spines when into teeth
the bustelo tins growing fire beards. taunting the foliage of sidewalk,
bulking up for incredible steeds to wander. like space crows.
and still theres a teeth in my socket. still theres bravery and molding.
and happens with a taped shoulder. a shattered wrist. a
stuck neck and littering eyebrow. wheres the feature in the crime?
the figure in the bread? allowed nothing but an eagles pupil
devouring the steel, devouring the locks and jetties. i will never stop
pulsing for cash. cash older than water. caskets beaming light
into the stooped cavity on my stomach. is my baby inchoate...thats not
invitational cuddles. when is the beams going to stretch too far.
keep them away from lavas cradle. and when they do touch make it
too fast to remember. pneuma, yes for pneuma in the dampness.