step out into the snow
& listen for the backs of the
trees to break
for after x amounts of turns
this inexcusable sun has dipped
deep into your skull again
& now the future once frayed
appears as it did in the past
all those dull threats
now chloroformed
something sprung much like wrath
that confronts the hoary din
w/a shield of invectives:
what I'd do for one practical curse
that'd bring me the milk for my
cereal
find a use for these blood-threaded
tapestries
& those incoherent psalms!
ours is a lineage of losses
so let's start w/lacunae
followed by all the mules we've long
fed
high up in their highchairs
& then let me finish by saying
that we've had more than enough of
those
clichés that hang like a carrot up
over us
(w/everything watching me
at least while I'm watching it)
as if we're born into this world as
a cipher
& leave it this epic-sized
scroll
the thing always logged in the
throat
while discussing my ascension
that throng of wronged bones
& what's the deal w/that
thought:
some starlings & their assumed
flight
how we could do w/more mystery
exactly (exactly)
instead of these wizened sardines
punch lines about drunks
keeping me from harm
particularly scars