binary

our binary eye

returned to the sun

the inadvertent

pieces of us

little glinting affirmations

little swirly parts

like world polarity

like uncatalogued debris

staring down at a shredded photograph

wondering

what it used to be

miss kitty

sheila exists in the neon lights. twirling and descending by way of the stainless steel pole at center stage. she falls to earth slowly. spinning like dead leaves. the color green all around her. like saint augustine grass of some glade that she has never seen. her heaven blasts several decibels above voice level. and it feeds the pantomime. the eyes going supernova all around. in the surrounding blackness. the void of patrons. her darkness. her black space. coupled with her like tar pits and skeletal remains. black as black. thick as coagulated blood. and thick as thieves.

death

i saw phobos and deimos in a dream. tethered to a toddlers wrist. i'll slip away from myself eventually. we can suffer for all i care. i'm not sure if you're real. i feel sick inside. i dream about the kind of love that can stick between my teeth. how fermented my breath can be. my world putrefaction. you're there. you smell like fresh cut stargazers. and it is lovely. it's new. and it is a different kind of death. of dead flowers. purple and white and yellow carnage. yellow like the sun. and i see your wet hair. in a memory. matted and hanging down. encircling my head. counter. intestines dangling from the bellies of swine. myself sitting indian-style beneath. and i know that when layman dies. we will be beautiful again. and you will be as pretty as the daffodils in the spring. as radiant as medusa's eyes.

as beautiful as a mouthful of flies.