Celestial bodies speak
Just Gravity, Time
And Catastrophe
Their soot sopping skies
And mixing with our skin
I jump up from the earth
And join in

Some sack ration
Basted, Nation
Clicking limbs
Seraphim
The bow swung low across the strings
Heaven was created with memory
Jesuit chanting; hymnals ripped and
Hung beneath His fingertips
Queasy Art; Wrecked hands
Seminal beats and terminland
Catch the sokoreal
Spawning chests
caelestis, heartbeats; the first sunset

And there are fountains
And balloons and taffeta
And baseball and popcorn
And your legs and head
In your father’s arms
As you are carried to bed

And you are not afraid of that mistress, Death
And you can close your eyes
Because they will open
And you can dream
Because you will wake
And you can fall and cry
As Memory nests inside
The immaculate life that waits

Anteloping arms, grappling smiles
Errors of houses arranged alphabetically
The breaded butter, the backbones
Of traditional garland, alit with bulbs,
Collapsing tinsel and tin harmonies
A belated world, buffeted with meat
Lacqured in liquors, merriness gay
Flipping shadows about the streets
Holiday

***** hysteria
Limp along consonants
Ladder up the laughter
Falling down repairs
Disingenuous social party -
Razor thin grins and
Tightly-woven stares

Wave at the waste
Wavering gasps, the pain
Hip and wrists dissolving
Dance, their words in vain
A Princess-cut moon
An encrusted crown
Colors eyes blue
And I drown

****-tails

Slider, this
Cellular vestibule
Pink-yellow capillarium
**** sack, wretched thump sump
Stuffed with sauce and rind
“I was always meant to go”
He said on the way out of his mind
The *** Runner and his misbehaving
Alchemy, of blood stunted
By the soot of
Planetary catastrophe

Beans and melons
He sung
He rung
From strumming chords
The bar, our Lord
Gravel on chalkboard
Verse by Verse
Whetting the appetites
Of the universe
Candlelit darkness
Our first and last quilt
Wrap me drunkenly
And so my will