She will always be hungry
speared on a setting sun twisting
Small machine is not a trouble
Gigantic measurement of your phallus
as in a squirrel that chases you
down the alley
on a power line
chattering angrily all the way
Relax and have fun with Poker
Small male device is not a trouble
Become a real man increase your aggregate
and then maybe because you are awake
steal the snow from her body
add more hard flesh to your package
We were all covered over
in ice here once
All the grasses and all the trees
All the winds and all the storms
had to stand still
for centuries
I like to think of the pressure
around everything back then
The limits of rootedness
Here here here here here
and where the depth of everything
leads in such thick weather
In a hot room at the end of december
the monsters have found us yet again
In a hot room that’s nothing but walls
my breath escapes me
and swirls around rusted bars in windows
hissing and whispering to me
The face of this warehouse rusts before your eyes
The face of this warehouse grins like noises
in the walls
The face of this warehouse soaks you with voices
and leaves you to stand gape-open
heavy
before it
I’ve always been curious about this spot
and stopped on my walk home to
gaze up bricks into black maw windows
open full of hidden screams onto the street
It’s so much taller
than you are
Somehow more awake
The water and my mind have both settled down
Into perfect stillness.
Sun and moon shine bright in it.
At night I see in the surface
The enormous face of my old familiar moon.
I don’t think you’ve ever met the source of this reflection.
All shrillness fades into the sound of silence.
But now and then a puff of mist floats across the mirror.
It confuses me a little
But not enough to make me forget to forget my cares.
I want to make some noise
covered in animals
I want to skim the forest floor
closer to the pulse and the pain
exploding in my blood and
hunting to clear my head
When you hunt clarity
the edges smudge
you hunger wracked in a silence
too big for you
Look at the quiet falling
all around the body you’ve
wept Watch the sun fall
on your head
Covered in animals
and even then not in yourself