from FREAKOPHONE WORLD
*
i am hiding in a protest
of embryonic fluid when
this rando Dodge Charger
penetrates our black goo
punishing itself & not
for the first time
my head floats off
where i am not dead
sprouting these pappus fronds
you didn’t know
but i’ve already forgiven you
in a blackened twist
of superfluid you look into
lowly pupil
dilating like a sphincter
forgives like
my heron-body lifts its neck
to the mosquito-haze-squint of this morning
& forever
i take my oily forgiveness cloud for a walk
behind my eyes the bridge-man in a plastic parka
hunches so his skin-folds droop-droop
i spit my oily rain
straight from the sky’s larynx
but he is one who is all fold & no hole
if i look long enough it’ll be you
falling in love with the world
because the rosematter sears into the forehead
this translucent chub-chub poking through
my spook-smear spook-scape
your hair stands-up on
when the shimmershimmer flap of everything breaks
my million hydrophobic heads
twinkle at the threshold of the infra-spook
i bet you think
every winking spook-hole
cares what you do where you go
that the violence of
this voice
has a body scraped or unscraped clam
& it’s true
*
when i am gone
& these fiber optics still ignite
as an ad for Nike
what then?
my gamma-tendrils spreading
over the hills like a klepto—
i wasn’t looking to be saved
when the maple-sprouts shoot
through a slit in the page
so my eyes can hatch
in a village along the tree line’s polychrome-
shimmer—
i scrape myself out of
the velvet-
pram in the glade-chafe
where this child-corpse deposits its mineral-
ring
before falling—
i hop a fence
& core the photoplasm from the book
like the purest cut of factory-
black—
for a thimble-breath of darkness
outside the sentence
i lift the veil
so my nematode-
sprites can get a whiff of empire—
when the first solar rose
repeats in the hillside’s optic-
nerve
we wring the image from the model like
a dye
& chew on its viscera
*
in the strife-brane
that plush-
polyp quaking in the corner
you can call him rabbit-rabbit
& this dog-body
lays a gimp-
leg against our monitor to rest which
tickles like a rumor
the white-latex-
sky sucks up
my ghost
folding-shut behind me
i know better
but my coding says
i’m attracted to the blacklight like you
when i hear the voices
scratched-out of a village-
twerp
but continue to chew the wheat-cake-of-empire
i hang my
snout
low with the look of a dry-wood-
spigot
in the hyper-strife
this humble
roach
likes to scree in its concave
grove
where my forest-
cock raises its mossy
neck its cleft-
chin
suddenly so concerned about the world!
already searching
splat-splat
in the satellite-
dust instead of here
& here in the ream-
ecology where we hurt the most
the rack-master soaks
his feet in our vinepaste
& our sprouts huddle under
his translucent-
spit-dangle
by spookfall
it’s a fern-dangle
our tartaric-
beaks
wailing in the finch-
weed
*
hey bird-lips
yapping outside my quartz-fat
pushing through the membrane of the oak
shut up—
our orphan-bodies blink-
blinking along the pike-wood-
bristle
under the escort of the gendarme
clenching on all sides—
*
waking we
are not the same
child extracted from the root-prism
when together the alloyed genitals
shoot
the pain secretes
an emerald curving geometric
feeling
the floodlights dissimulate
in rushes
of figuration breaking-apart
like—
in our nest
the ammo-lobe-we-call-commander kisses
our cordite casings so
we feel wanted
before leaving at dawn
to drop our bullet-
pupae at the feet of the missile-chief
to split the gate
of the seven-house-village
before loading its excretion to the returner-
body
—you didn’t know
we could get here together
sometimes me
sometimes
a zero-dark-
twerk above the furrows of the silicone-
field
where we blank the roads
blank
the distance
blank-blank
the tile-patch twisting in the yard
blank-blank
the light winking-shut in the river-wood-
filigree
blank-blank
up above
but making the ammo-lobe very angry
our drone-sound tears
through the surface of the silicone
page—
w-we-we didn’t know
we needed each other
but years go by —
& still we track through the empire s-s-
circuit
the same c-conifer
the s-same
obelisk—
when i can’t stop you
from seeing me this way
our glands sew
the silicone into a cord
you can pull
if you need a meal
if you need
anything—
sometimes me sometimes
you
inside us
together