crash about
the furniture
it’s taken me a lifetime
to acquire
while wrapped
in omelette
I’m mute
a claustrophobe
in an en suite
vomiting –
into this mare’s dream
demonstrable as lightning
flash auditions
a whistling warrior
a monk bellowing
and epigenetic
whispers
perhaps I’ll open
the storage pod
in which a submersible
hums
am I being smart
about climate change
or just weird?
my girlie diamonds
with nitrogen vacancies
fixed by constant measurement
compute Zeno’s arrow,
while Pierrot
pines
for the moon –
to be architected right
you should be expeditionary
not confident
of success
but launching
malaise toward
battlements
toward
toward
slow songs
like your
ovum
your ovum!?
sure, honey
my cloner my
love, come
clean
your moon
is the
broom