heart scuds on purple
which might be waves
or curtains
eye opens on acid
people pass in cars
or bodies
I was nearly asleep
until I remembered
you were recently
alive
and I cannot
undamage you
because I cannot understand
the future
this dream like a terrorist video justifies nothing
a symphony
in a bucket
of blood
would sound
as good
like seeing a tree
buckled by old glass
but curiously unmoved by the wind
hearing my subwoofer tuba wails
to the moon
while life
unrolls on your tongue