(no subject)
the ash-colored light crumbles
to a darkness, brittle souls
engaging with the breathy
mercury vapour lamps,
dust shook loose from shoulders
clasped by leaning lightpoles
(does it keep you warm at night
(does it make you feel alright
breath in spirals plume and skid
across a speckled pavement
laying eggs of steam from cuts
and bruises made by chains
on naked rubber burning bright
(does it keep you safe at home
(does it give you room to roam
vellum made from reject leaves
just hides the bleeding earth as
frozen blocks go up and out and
shiver, clouds are merciless, and
wrap and wrap and wrap like onions
(do you have regret inside
(do you have a right to hide
small lights like sunny pinpricks
dangling from some ramrod house
begin to flicker, start, and stop as
wind picks up, sets down, and carries
needles made of sand across my forehead
(and how do you sleep at night
(and how do you presume
to have no fright
( & how the fuck do you sleep at night
Flutter: on a flag a flatland Nicholas is
grabbing a bottle of rum as though the
reins were made of glass, a rope is dangling
from the eaves, "let's hang ourselves immediately,"
but no, I wouldn't trust your bough
(and when you lay awake at night
(and if you lay awake at night
And standing at my crossroad at my
jukejoint home, I see a shadow weave and
Bob and play a tune or two; it hurts to hear
the car horn blasts, but all that radon sipped
from kettles numb the scorching sting
(and when you lay awake at night
(but since you never lay awake
(there is no use to keep this go-
-ing)
to a darkness, brittle souls
engaging with the breathy
mercury vapour lamps,
dust shook loose from shoulders
clasped by leaning lightpoles
(does it keep you warm at night
(does it make you feel alright
breath in spirals plume and skid
across a speckled pavement
laying eggs of steam from cuts
and bruises made by chains
on naked rubber burning bright
(does it keep you safe at home
(does it give you room to roam
vellum made from reject leaves
just hides the bleeding earth as
frozen blocks go up and out and
shiver, clouds are merciless, and
wrap and wrap and wrap like onions
(do you have regret inside
(do you have a right to hide
small lights like sunny pinpricks
dangling from some ramrod house
begin to flicker, start, and stop as
wind picks up, sets down, and carries
needles made of sand across my forehead
(and how do you sleep at night
(and how do you presume
to have no fright
( & how the fuck do you sleep at night
Flutter: on a flag a flatland Nicholas is
grabbing a bottle of rum as though the
reins were made of glass, a rope is dangling
from the eaves, "let's hang ourselves immediately,"
but no, I wouldn't trust your bough
(and when you lay awake at night
(and if you lay awake at night
And standing at my crossroad at my
jukejoint home, I see a shadow weave and
Bob and play a tune or two; it hurts to hear
the car horn blasts, but all that radon sipped
from kettles numb the scorching sting
(and when you lay awake at night
(but since you never lay awake
(there is no use to keep this go-
-ing)