Arms

total
wreckage
total

total eye

total

worm
worm of
worm

right
angle

angle of
blue

blue

blue
conspire

conspire
arm
of arm

arm of

night
is armored

moon of
total
worm
blue
night
armored
moon

Probe your face into the blood rain animal. The catascape is fertile; A frog movement in the protein layer. The sound of a crescent moon. Punch the twisted raptor into snooze.

Proximity

If I could pull
the city starward

I would toss my
arm over the mountains

and peel the fabric
off of the animal box

it's what's inside that counts

Twinkle

I human
myself in the middle

of a word--

mold you a bag of night.

What shape
has this surge of north?

Encroaching

The grace of a dead
cat bloating on the river,

the dark oil that spirals
beneath the old coal tracks

If we fell off the edge
it wouldn't be the whirlpools

that killed us, It would be
the jagged corpses of metal,

the antique shop beneath the stairs.

Stuffing

Sometimes
when the fish die
I laugh like it was
some bizarre abduction.

Sometimes
things disappear without
dying. They octopus their
way into the backs of our brains.

Sometimes
things resurface and crack
a ripple in your face,
exhuming the attic doll.

Whiting

zone of rock
flowage zone

of fracture
claw

of worm
Earth of

bird-mass
and pressure
       
      meatspace
                           and moan