you're deep in shit
code warrior
in a house in a house in a house
drenched with blood
dried
powdered with galaxies
when will you
stir
blind man?
when will you
chew cigarette hills
choke on bison up to their dewlaps in honey?
or smell daylight
bookcases of it
ready for fingering
can you hear the automobiles
pass in the rain?
once you were carried in one
something warm like a woman
sat next to you
spoke mother words
deep in the dark
they curve in your brain
you remember
angels and crows crowd hills
and midges circle
it's late afternoon
you touch lichen
eat snow
but you thirst
for more than the sun
you're deep in grace
code warrior
blind man
empty balloon
automaton