Lilac tongue to eat my eyes
shadow to pine for my raw hide
a high row of golfing trees
smearing the lake's rim of tall chairs
also swinging and missing to crack turf,
reefs and rocks and banks
of hard protected lights
selected by a piercing current
to experience daylight and
the breath of the leaf;
parkways in concrete speckled
with a finger-tapped rain
the jangle of spent keys
ringing visage that has survived
the look of too many doorways
frame riding a woven smile
vines curbing the lash of the eyes
until basement eleven;
a porky wobble through a shouting face
to grease a subway's silence
the soft and sexual crumble
growling of the crowding outer edge
falling in flesh-toned accents
ripping masks and rigged bags
thick stacks of broke-born pages
suffering an instrument's brightness
and dragon injuries
tail thrashing skeletal mice
into man-sized shape
with the glaze of error
like a sword of mercy,
a new shoe feeling on the sunken blood
the ship of skies
neglected of woofers creaking
in the lung-damp night
mic bracketing octopus tongues
streetlight crooking like a venus flytrap
cracked bricks' honeysuckle
of ribs nibbling dust
and a gnomelike absence
that the empty cushions pierce
and the dried-up hand tables
squeeze me for ascenscion
and my friend's love is plaid jacketed
while mine is pocket stitched,
sidewalk tire-hatched,
the ode of these cornerstone blues
rigid red cells going
and the chemical drain
a goo of departure
in the latch that once kept
the gather of the suffering slab
long with receipts,
the great hair and short t-shirted evenings,
the weekend's resource balloon
a slide of knobs
and loaf of bread remaindered.