.....

     I love the bell
      that rings and rings in you
     Incessantly, until someone is compelled to laugh,


     How much the cord just blurts when it is elongating
                   what the broken planets multiply
        And that molten in favor, their
             blinking service, too many lips
                 and petroleum surging against time
               heart's column of
                        burnt neon
                   when did you fall away
                 when did my voice melt
                                             tiredly against
                        your graven cheek
                       your pick up strings
                    upward on the lichen cemetery
                   we make the frantic a mop
                       to whirl into suds
                          time arrested catches
                            up and calls
                                       A given name