blackmouth, unkissed eyelids
seeking the clover of lawn ceilings,
swallowing pills of children's teeth,
pushing the tiny engine through gravity,
two new bodies embrace on an inherited bed,
their fondness an ancient fondness
found among amusing holograms, she faints,
my body takes dictation from
lightpoles in the trembling harbor,

bright legs before the bomb, levels built
where she falls, elevated to floor
after floor, the rugged escapes
of gone movies, all that's left
tinkling in his skeleton is the voice,
frame tinted by patina of passing
half nothings, the hotel's early breakfast
brightening a month of vacuumed
stomach's heat of lungs, legs strung
always in the jeans of last year,
a river's only wagging memory.