Not
even lust
Could
waste hold
Tend
or borrow not
Even
trust desire could
Finger
lip the begin half
Jobs
that spilled and split
Your
marrow cut in two
Your
only joint in
Several
willing ways
When
you woke unburied
Nearly
every sensible
Trip-wire
tendon
Tremor
held you
Speechless
When
you took down
Those
cleared out
Wants
not even
What held
your
Truly heart
valves
Open
could pull
You
out of your
Tended
ways of seeming
Haven’t
you had
Enough
preventing
Beds
not even semi
Detached
encounters
With
your emulated
Vision
have not the found
Blue
dignitaries forged
Enough
confusion
To be
burned
A
lozenge in your
Skull not
even leg
Drives
between your
Thighs
could uncover
What
you were
Thinking
not even
Your one
light became
Two
could string
Us
back together
Could burn
Us
into one.
Here
are temporal things
Which
shudder their
Weight
ball prick resounding
Shift
blame dissolve
Harrow
from a harbinger milk
Sky
here are things which
Burst
forth and deny they
Were
here tomorrow
Changeling
never works that
Went
away skin that shirks
Derides
the day cleft
Against
the welter borrow
Bossed
by clock hammers
Harrowing
waves pitched up
Bearing
lost here are rings
Or
semblance of summer
Things
tired and went away
We
tried our best we fought
Against
the locks and rushing
Onslaught
seconds mourning
Dawns
that slipped away
We
grasped their shin splinted
Efforts
their arms raised
High imploring
hand beaten
Against
the day and rushing
Months
gone by here are
Temporary
things which
Left
us by the by temperamental
Things
which lever old wounds
Patch
the blusters cuts and
Bruises
vanquish empty
Picture
frames only
Carried
in the eye.
