file under: “I’d had my fill of fun” or “enuf said”

 

I’m the lawless selling all of us on walls

 

or a heart in the underwear drawer

searching for just the right word

 

I’m in earthworm mode yet again

after yesterday's shadow had pulled up

a chair w/ a sketchpad on its lap

 

I’m the break in the action

 
or the evidence they've been destroying in strayland
of us declawed at the launch & then afterwards strolling

 

I’m the rush ordering of shoreline for the shoreline

 

where demon was once slang for “massive gas”

& angel for “nodded something like a doll”

 

I'm the dome stapled onto what heaven

hasn't been splattered w/ dove's blood

& more memories of me taking in the view

 

on a diet of nothing but night 

 

this is the last tahini

I will ever go & buy

so let’s leave it at that

w/ its scent of trapped air & worry

its color like that of a pub chair

 

one can only ward off so many ghosts

w/ a yawn or some drawing of ghosts

tides go both ways, you know--

the same someone rowing against it

doesn’t worry whose action’s more drastic