Damp Book

ton of tongues ,your lapse cone
jangled ,soup desiccation ,s
law scattered on the steps the
space of leaving ,long clouds bubble
in my suit you share a lunge
,brickage ,flaminoid ,dusty fin
ger lost inside a clock the well
out back brims with heads .the
crusted shirt falling in your closet
the sodden loin swelling on my chair
.so fold the bowl )my pages swim(




Call

roller ,dimmer ,ticking in my
arm ,drained pants cluster n
ext my smoking stone my
hotplate sleeping in the fridge my
neck face ,grizzled loot ,plu
nger faucet creeping toward my
sleeve I raised my gland I
talked my nostril dropped that
corncob past the barking wall my
folder grin my drinking off the
warm strained ants the phone




Entrance

utter chink ,the clamor grime
re-sorts the wall’s glint bricks
coiling down like snakes or
roofs an muttered lumber car
ved with eyes .forks an la
dders ,loose your mumbers tow
ard the crack .some wind
corns there ,some musty ba
t intention or a floated sock
.buy my crumby lake and st
orm the blazing door or mouth




Seeper

pored a trench an ant shoulder
shining in a rain your tooth meat
meets my ,enter hear ,spade
the dog ,bubbled floor I ran
outside a wind falling from the
trees my issued corpse my
strong log filled with bees
.nor locked into my crawlspace
bladder whistling as the
storm sleeps in





Wrong Day



bubbled
layered
coughing in the sink


shore
lip
spread behind the mask


dot
head
read the wall spatter


mine
lake
the cave’s piled bones


duck
whistle
a fly twitches on the floor







Thudding



the sandwich in your pocket
blink
crown


fog swirls around the roof
map
lint


the wristwatch full of water
blood
dog


amble up the sweating steps
tug
moat


your fist blooms with ants
gristle
louder