when wolves console us

[thevisiblecat]

there is a jewel stuck in my throat
as though a buzzard is mewing
by a soft-headed dandelion

by the sun
by the sun

the body of a mouse floats on a cloud

by the soft glittering scent
of farm buildings
and morning dipthongs

a fly inspects the aquarium
in a festival of insect fluorescence

stiff in mid-passion
sometimes for days, whipcracked and gone
i wait for the dust
to dirty my dream

the roof darkens on the afternoon's homepage
and the bright glass

her immeasurable eyes
blowing minnows into shark bait
yell
and scream
and scrape
and leave
only
to keep on leaving
and to keep on threatening
to leave

"i'm going to leave"

"okay"

"i'm going to leave"

"okay" i say

let the fan blow
and seek some quieter, broader reach of water
to ripple so enmeshed and wounded

i've asked venus to bless my brother
and to comprehend his loaded crossbow
trembling the prayers of packed earth and passion

mind and frame, lord
mind and frame

i tell you my friend
fame cannot be avoided
and don't think i'm speaking easy

its getting close to a cage in a zoo
or seeing fingerprints that neither comfort or disturb
its a snowed up grave
and the pill party next door

man
i'm walking out the station
i'm building blocks of pain
i'm unrecorded and blue-fly
i'm a blurred kayak
i'm the panic atoms
i'm the go to guy
i'm a long trembling platform
i'm working the door
i'm over this trench
i'm the drum song of a loom
i'm the guy she yells at
cuz there's nothing better to do

but let's stay in position
and watch the news crew crumble
let the sea of bees star-drift
blind the skyline of our fine light

we got candles
and we got a few more years

we got something
to do
even though
i'm terribly afraid
of it
tonite