Your mouth is a black hole mother and a tube of womaness,
A mechanical pogrom has defiled your heavenly mind
Even still i write loveletters to the child on fire,
her bandaged weeping skin,
And deep lungs that reject air,
Cocked grandiouse head of dreams and splits and roses
mouth a defiant radio
Her heart that visibly beats in her limbs as she skips
for the newly dead
Words are bastards, polluted, sullied, trash,
Your mouth is a whole and the sound a key that untethers
The Sumerian Me
Unhooked then the eye drifts out, there is a body shaking,
Her body is shaking
My consciousness is a helium heliograph antennae
That I clutch and on the finest thread it bobs and bursts
far up there
All the old masters know this dance
I pour cream over the lemon
Earth is so loud it hurts
There are angels always singing in my ears
I dig holes to pretend I am here
Sound is a shapeshifter
Underneath it all, within it all, information forms
and reforms and remembers like Osiris.
We are clay clay drawn up from the sea
Words are Scum on the surface