Ofoucaultations

I.

  thought me an alien

when first slept together twice

for 2 mornings she didn’t see me

piss

                        drinkwater

the Days go by very quickly now…

pay mind those

swearing allegiance.

2

inalienable privileges keep yr own

                        flesh covered

gradation hate & tripwires

                         

 radiation

o holy. O holy                       is

 

motor Inn

 alien stable

Wright Bros, right brothers!

to fear

barn animals.

Don’t catch

                   burning yarns

gold weighted with sands.

II.

Oh say,

can you see?                                    (can you hear me

                        now?)

Oh silence, oh

yes it is—

this tomb to unknown

junky/                   

He

tried thrown elbow at my head   (only 2 ft off)

try pudding

my back thru

restaurant glass

& I.

shrugg’d him off

He crawl’d inside

the mouth where—

ideas

Of birth—he whined

High tears to me

&I wined quite back

&dined (on) him for lack

Damag’d infect’d

volcano flesh bloodied cold

thick—black hurt

&windy mad wisdom

whisk past

like eggs

scrambled

unknown you, junky

Black Arabian

nighttime—cool marine

glyphic Instruct Blues

coded know-how when you

inspire—

nest—

rest&come back some

overflowing tubs now.

Breathless.

Blood spray over lead paint

toilet floors under gore

 my lord is crying

Into porcelain now—

sifting

 dreams

      & bile.

check vitals. the humors.

Comedy o dead vines.

Crack swift heights

the neck—chin down tho

expurge speed-

scourge the flagellations

mysterious desert

abuses. Calling

home from overnights

in the garden

hiding your brother

his keeper

from wrath. Hiding.

Yours truly,

From Collapse.

III.

I am no diff’rent

    unknown junky

I know diff’rent

     & will again

But what to do when

      to watch

Immigrant friends

      twisted&screwed—

Take on bath water

       mothers

smoking their eyes

troubling 5 worlds

&scrambling eggs for 1.

Noble the royal We in

       the centuries

smooth. Lands of broken

        calligramme

Yr a drumbeat racing fool

toll-road robbing finch

what Peter Pan theory means to a grave.                                                           Ah, men?

                                                                                                                   --    I/Lockaby