In the suck of time

I'm a ragged torso

pushed away from legs

and shoveling brains

while the waves gravitate

to one window

while the seams of the frame

fill with lips and split

in the newsprint flat land

I'm a cartoon juggernaut

bleeding from the hair thin lines

dead alphabets have laid down

this bucket mouth stilted on a salt stalactite

and gulping lightning

forked over to the furnace that knows my name

imprisoned catapult and scarp

this tongue lit cipher scrawling hard.