look out
the open
door
hell and heaven
writhe and trumpet
what zone
under windy bridges
sings
through stethoscopes
to truly return
return to the days
when my legs were strong
and the sun
burnt in my eyes
now nothing but matches
burnt matches
to walk on
though at night
I'm swift on hills
the mystery
of the staircase
and undergarments
fragrant with work
and desire
and candles
I read in a novel
my life
laid bare on a bed
mussed
a cardboard
cutout life
tackling the universe
with promises
what project was this
faces
ripped from magazines
and pasted
on pillows
it's the time of your life
so listen now
loosen
soon you'll be gone