| Pond songs for piano and reeds you are amaranthine/ sun-smell/ raving sepia... trawling the dust clock, a humidor rose... spaying your rust in the roadside cavity now declaration. of all our blood careers our years as morsels in the crawling strafe quiet as bitumen/ as head trauma... rubbed off the gull-wing groove cortex spits its tiny grief (its smaller tortures) ringing grins through snowflaked bleach all our blood arrears/ our tendril deceits calm thumbs tick heart valves/implosions i am teawhore/ floorboard howling sow (mellotron distraction) you, my sandworm, my urn... blotched ethereal in a quartered pinch sixplasmas stained on a rainbow as universe pricks holes in its blood hunch (manor garden pores) your doorways kissing the mouth of plush the mouths of decadent trees |