Bend

what you abled in the cave a floating
head or several inches cross the lintel p
ass the ash .type of inding it’s ,sore an
looping in the trees my hanging leg .st
eaming in the pyre cloaking what my
lumps congeal the osculation what
I sever said )or blinkt( torn shoot
twitching in the mud




Lungch

dirt loop ,mist craw ,smelt snore I
troubled in your afterwave a cluster
sank a shirt pools and lists a drawled
towel in the bathroom’s runnels ,pawing
at the door .I cloud and nick ,taste
a key clanging in my throat that
crowd buzzard neck of fists and
entrails or was that neck of nuts I
slid my specs off all those eyes be
low my eyes and saw my shirt
floating in the soup


For Blaster Al Ackerman





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