where did you go a
glimpse
caught
a
figure in a night
dress moving through the door
frame of night—
a panic sudden lying
on the
floor—waiting
the drum beat carried with the drum
into the distance—
over regions, a person stretched disparate
and continuous
as humidity
Index
of
panic in
night contrast between feeling
the floor and the intrusion
looming
wild petal open
curling fingers the flower beckon
draw in, grow wide
and violet
heart of dog food sculpture
sliding
out of mold
colonizes
White
dress of a night
( cannot find
Language
to decry: the panic of
the petty person\al
without scope to calm
*
Balloons
filled with hairspray and dog-smoke
and cigarette meat in the pathetically grandiose
town hall of the small, provincial town of the heart
of the mind in the space wt that cannot be
lifted
of sleep sleep where
scramble
so thoroughly the so thoroughly laid
plans laid in the contrasting day
space—
dichotomy and my family waiting in lines
that
for being dumb do no less hard strike the heart
that
open to the horror of global context
glimpses of (
) really ///
a mud’le turn over
the stone
bash
compass
unfold the skin
back from the face-bone
skull and
only a skull
for a home and a home of waiting
in panic frozen
to the floor
like a spill
like piss
spilled on the floor
spread to the door the dress pulled
the drum through and only a slip
with no body
a glimmer behind closed eyes cannot
call on any comfort of scale
beyond even this is nothing
compared to the something
feral something lurking in the
petals of the flowers of
evil that
people
the garden
that is the only
option
contains beauty
compromised
all the regularity
of the factory
and the sacrifice
of labor
of a good payin
job
all the regularity of wild
thoughts compressed
like a shifts worth
of silver cans stacked
into rows
a monumental
prose
Like, a shifts worth of silver cans
contain and do hold in rows
mountains of
dog meat
