spot smoke dangle
enervate whip pistol
dug tone pesticide
grabbing through the bottom & too
defunct to trade market proof
thin bindle drawn fast
sane bits of truth
have hung everyone

have spayed the most fertile
till eggs is more than little bird
demonology in yer hip pocket
more stippled than remembered
a ferret-headed man moans
"I heard. I heard." a Skagit
Valley map in his bruised fingers
blue notes highlighted, tendered
and worked into the anus

so more
gurgle into wave
whole nations pouring over the border
waving plastic and desire
paving over till not a blade of synthetic turf
not one store-bought cig
cancerward musicals in the parking lot
sudden ballet fetch long, bent

stung god factory
grace gravy pour
belt of wine-carved liver strands
flapping

heave wind
bury face
bold draw & spangled
they descend: bright
beyond dream, within the storm
of attachments sprinkling down
like magnetic leaves
and starving for fluid