for Lindsay

I want to burn off in
the fall from
the beginning
and like the nub of
my breath, melt
you into my delicate stream
where I slide beneath sight
rub you down with the ease of
a meadow where
there are lines the sun
shapes of fear

Today dots stolen lost seller legions or geldings legendary as rare arrow war oil billows within the gulf haggard with witchcraft dew—Our wedding jackdaw can hear your heart beneath mole-speckled snow says winning isn’t sinful where wish sewer rewinding scathed the bath I attend too autumnal or autistic and artificial trickling down your hand in spurt ruptures aptitude duty-free, er, a superlative most talented but latent, bellicose as a sordid rosebud pickled and winkling with weak awe—Hello, Lewis LaCook: your woman is hoeing melons– O fuzzy pill rush, the janissaries oblate amiable illnesses sent nest tenths of thimble limbs you blush in dots along your chest as I total an inappropriate scent of wonderful now how about tower recordings in roca-wear, listening to Atlas Sound, an alternative to hipster sippy-cup pissed-off over vowel wasps dressing like it’s 1965, ok, not to imply that I no longer think of poems as spouts lead those who can see but cannot feel as I test your web forms with cracks of indigent color—His guitar is like a sore throat—but you make me so MAD, bill murray, playing on the munsters, as lecherous as war oil, sinning isn’t won with talons but with logo golgotha all echoey and emo more or less cellophane pagan gap for kids dicking around messrs fuckwad and holepunch—You’re a member of rock star club and as such churches unfold sticky-winded the order of parameters, sardonic engagement with gagging on ampules at leper and puppy bl;ack beans should soak in cold water overnight, Bradford Cox, and you draw the whisp ends of song along your woman’s mowing, the sinew whip, witchita suture, O how I wish Lindsay

for Lindsay

Beauty disturbs me while you read in bed
as I turn to the wall, sift through my breath
You take to the streets to outrun your head

but after midnight all traffic lights go red
Every street stretches the length of death
Beauty disturbs me while you read in bed

I’d like to know from where you were sent,
a temptation utopia, a wallow in Lethe
You take to the streets to outrun your head,

to unravel all the beauty that’s pent
up in your body, twisted to pith
Beauty disturbs me while you read in bed,

and as you read I listen, almost well-fed,
touching inwardly the whole of your width
You take to the streets to outrun your head

and to outrun a lifetime of every pain said
out loud, dragging you to this pitch
Beauty disturbs me while you read in bed
You take to the streets to outrun your head

for Lindsay

Artificial light can cheapen any room
It spills to snuff our every good shadow
You can’t wake up every day to truth

Some days you just crack to soot
Dreams sift through channels you can’t follow
Artificial light can cheapen any room

I want you even when you’ve turned to gloom
when the bloody fields pinch and winnow
You can’t wake up every day to truth

You sleep like some faintly-remembered fruit
I plucked in a grove where I’m not allowed
Artificial light can cheapen any room

but curiosity is no excuse for youth
and you always wake up too close to the window
You can’t wake up every day to truth

I love you most when you walk like a moon
over my back and into those stoned shallows
Artificial light can cheapen any room
You can’t wake up every day to truth

I collapse inside the silence
The pall of myself crushing powder
In its entirety, the parking lot empties
Baby still rattles in the looseleaf of me

The pall of myself crushing powder
Some small dog barking up a fence
Baby still rattles in the looseleaf of me
Monday in slo-mo

Some small dog barking up a fence
And the birds sound like they sing in a cathedral
Monday in slo-mo
But you don’t know where she went this morning

And the birds, they sound like they sing in a cathedral
Does she know where your shadow cracks
But you don’t know where she went this morning
Her teeth fanatic across your ribs

Does she know where your shadow cracks
The hollow knell of an agnostic sun
Her teeth fanatic across your ribs
Your entirety emptied without her