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Break the aquatic
ape at the base
of the skull.
Observe the fruit
spread from the outside
of the jar.
It's more
than it seems--
it's going long.
I remember
when the trees
put their arms
around me
and the hawks
ripped the faces
off the bloodhounds.
Orchestrate
the cat sound.
Wolf-rip
the dog-skin.
Body-slam
the lamb sound
or castrate
the spine out.
Roll out
the coffin cat.
Cough out
the blot clot
Wake up
the dog
Christ and
crawl
out the
stained-glass
faces
of the river.
Throb, throb
bear-heart,
tiger-shatter.
Shadow-bird,
tiger-heart
no, sorry, no.
The cicada
has left the building
in the way
a seedling
eats its own
bodything--
attaching
its permanence.
Egg-water
stillness.
Salt
of night.
Dog-face
boy.
Maw full
of sorrow.
Today I
slammed the lid
threw up
the last bit
of fake milk
pushed out
the claws
that snapped off
inside of me
the crescent
moon is fully
waning I can't
see your face
a friend is
a friend is a
word for people
who bump
into each other
then go their
separate ways
Abracadabra!
I make the ?s
GO AWAY
the pens
are dried up
even the red
has been bled
The cotton
woods will be
the cotton woods
again the Sycamore
a sycamore
your voice
in the leaves
is gone with the
railroad tracks
pull the ties out
drive a stake in it
put a fork in me
all the best.