• a train
    tied
    to yellow
    pinprick tracks;
    a plane crash in d minor
    or maybe just a hangover.

    the monster lost control after the first bite
    a hemisphere
    cut in half -
    distance
    in fractions
    reviewed.

    disconnected thoughts
    bleeding out of ears
    and noses
    but no dingy metal cup
    to hold them.

    life’s
    something that
    keeps happening.

    and, while
    conscious (of this fact)
    you think
    nothing
    of the moments
    it’s happening
    to you.

    time doesn’t
    disappear;
    it seeps in
    -to your skin,
    to your black lungs
    to your liver
    and then
    it sleeps
    ‘til you sleep too.

    the way you
    fold (your flesh):
    wordless
    And godless
    jagged
    and raw.

    well,god (or dog?) bless
    these crooked seams
    of necrotic flesh
    I thread my needle through.

    an eye
    for a
    mottled eye
    for a bridge
    well burned,
    a wheezing breath
    to color the
    whole world
    blue.