he has grown in stature, his shoes
are the shoes of a murderer.
his suit is shinier, it will shine.
he's grown 3 blue layers
around his no kitchen soul
going down in the service
of the living god

frenchfries, trainpebbled cig butts
toss in the stars, crash cloned
weightless on hot, a cellar roof
pouring lemonlime out of a thin chest
into a born mouth

the brocade of suffering in wine gold
around heads and eyes royalty,
stormed he has grown in stasis,
his forehead's road a sandstorm
turban dropped in the videodigital.

he has grown in electron tigers,
he has 1,000 paws on the dunes
the sides of the condominium night
start to cube in on him. Assassin
finger button touching the bone
trigger of the sail's rig tapped unfurl
a doppleganged zodiac, skywheel gears
shift diamond target centers, moon
bullet takes half of his twin's head.