gould

the smooth convex of
freckles speckled on white shoulder
foreign as
unmapped venus
he suspects there is
a heart-shaped patch of hair
dyed rose red
below her waist line

but he is not certain

one day we will all atrophy
her little voice box said
and this was true

there exists an acid memory
to devour all short term memory
to know only acidity
a melody spinning like swans
and then into webs

it's always webs

her eyes are open
like second story windows
they're green
but not money green
and not envy
just
green

and she sobs

in a memory
crying how atheists cry
through a telephone receiver
only some thirty miles away
but it might as well have been eons

and deep down he knows

that it was an hourglass

it was never a heart.

i

drag the headless obscene
exiting a la end scene
stage left

you were.

coniferous line of teeth
mourning with me

and for the mold
fuzzy on our bed sheet

it is where our bodies
used to
sleep

this is for my postulate one

singing for the sun
and all yellow and all forevers
undone

my collapse version
to elapse worse in
aortic and pulmonary poetry. i

watched the electricity die

quietly

and without the use of

my eyes.

little things

how a penny will splash
into the water
how a tsunami devours
a tropical paradise

it is of optics and voice box
and then meat
and then veins

and we can watch the copper fall
all around us

the burning earth
melting us down
into a liquid state

and very much like a wish

how crystalline things
pair nicely with hammers

a primates tragedy
is that it does not have a tragedy
of its own

and so it will engineer one

how a man is
engineered to fit inside of a woman

how a knife fits perfectly
into the belly