spatters of her,
across the luncheon,
streaks of paint,
a margin of
in place of
the scab with
purpose, and streak.
back describe my thought
world before me looks on.
pennies in hand to prosper the ghost-keep,
to affix my place among them,
may I later
witness my children approach
hand, so having felt
the passage starts,
I bid my
sweet wife no horrid renewal,
against her palm an account
boatman is sufficed his clinks,
pass, leaked into the down hereafter,
piss and applause.
aggravate our punishments in an ugly,
vale, and for our grand or sinister deeds,
recorded, become the snake, itself,
a head at
privacies, the unmade glass bed,
love ruddy accosted, pin-up and pump-scratching,
me out as bead-sweat from damp, deaf jam
Summer heat through the jar.
through the glass itself, to the air,
erecting, shark-circling the gestures
wood-housed, dusty screws.
dipped into jam, fingers to tongue,
rocky suspension of stains,
sugar, wax and moist sud;
puckering sucking gnarled slits in a wild hand.
Kissing Margaret Atwood
redworms, and Margaret
shadows cast mute and wriggling,
and so they
live in alcoves, silt, and sod.
rid of the air to vocalize worry,
gasps of a
they shudder and twist at the lights
as if these
were their hearts all along.
lust, they expand like baguette
in a bath;
when they wake, it is slow
eat bits, they all dream of things
and the very notion of time