exercises in futility

the needle: pain shot through, naked light
from the hole in the ceiling
where we kept
that single glowinthedark star

to pull our
thoughts
through.

especially, in these
moments of darkness; blinded.

the pull and roll.
skittercrawl into
the lighthole. where

are you kafka? give
me my axe.

let's do this
shit.


of the dreams that vanish with every dawn
i will say this:

(m)hyster(ia)ectomy(oliosisinomaplasty.)


we adore other gods here now
so, next customer please.
twelve items or less, you're

holding up

the line, and the guy
behind you with the
charcoal brickettes

has a party to get to.

do you need ice with that?


and sleep, that most uncertain vessel
writing passage to distances
you can't span when you're
not sleepriding.

can't or can't afford.
no,  no
the cost is too much.

feel them waving.

certainty is expensive,
and every friend is
better in the dark.


of metallic cables
i am too inclined to speak.
here is another long
gash beneath the skin.
i never took automatonomy.
never needed to, i
i had a gift.


music, take me

or

don't.


but the church bells have gone underground
and so have the moles,
religerosity rolls
down the holes
in drolls
to the tolls
the tolls
the tolls.
bankrolls.


with speech coming out of their mouths like writing
the ultimate allure.
if he really spoke like that,
the only thing coming out of his mouth
would be mine.


already for you with sublime tints
blinded by the visceral edges
of geometry, the quick

wit of parallel corners.

rhomboid you can't
hide from me. i see your
blue hue

the green in between and
every edge
in red lines even
as the lines are
transforming. draw, oh

draw me the untold color
of your shapes in
these movements
in the dark.


where my gestures are seagulls who lose themselves
the low fog rolls in
and my grand movements
fly off in the clouds.

shrieking witnesses
loud, lonely over

wavemass after wave
after wav-
ing always
the hidden waving

drowning lonely, white
invisible
in the
distance.