map of the moon

[mongoosenoodles]

flooded, flowered
look of it all, it is all in that. your mother's
milked
blood, her blown out eye, its pivotal
position in me.

it's an old pain. 
good hearted, saves my life and lapses, my
leaving
this broad shape, a kind of wish
for levitation. brave, brave, red shredded
moon.

daniel's, the big, kind delving color, the dark swell just before
the day that i love and loved. the breath that comes out of me so
warm, is dirty water, waning blindly like a body
could. tyson's clouded eye, the old moon 
in the new moon's arms.

and blown out, i want to curl around your vitreous body. i want to see it up close, see my hand through to the other side. i want to feel the warm glass
of your sight. i'll kiss you on those two front teeth. and brave vessel, bursts and drains out like
a holiday. i can't
get it out of me. suffice i scratched
the surface simply
as if
i put my two loving
fingers
to your swany neck and felt it go up
and down.

that black cat, white trouble, that missing fish.
it swims
in its own blood, all blue
and ringed in sugar and salt;
honeycomb of time that 
i love you in.

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