Cracked spine of the universe
stunned milky way without eyes
force-fed error after error in forms of light
vomiting black holes and dead stars
self-terrorized life staring
mirrored in denial by its kind
clawing basement walls to get at the honey.

Branches piled in the realm
of stinging wasps,
back roads made by the ax,
moss tabling a slice of pie
on sponge-worn china.
Sitting goddess calculating
the ticking of sap in the wires.
Bonfires that reject the moon,
shores of broken beer
blanket wrapped comrades
long washed away.