honey trap
I
ants carrying tiny organs,
bits and pieces, livers lips arms gall bladders
into the pall
building something to seal away
spiraling down like a broken swallow, a collapsed mineshaft
saffron engrained let go
touch like sleep talk
approaching cloudy sear collide, scorned sugar
skin cast undone and dog violets soaking forth
all growing, sprouting from a well of blood
despised dank silence
emulsion -dust and soul-
Haunted gone
deep of forbidden
webbing water swears, hugs tight the hail and tar
lined up against the hot mouth of the road “unfair”
bittered illusion swift
flower fray, spy weeping,
bait
juggler low,
back nailed and marshy
a cursed acorn fool
murmer pink + jasmine clamor
moonsoak details lined like pews, oiled and naked
Resolved vaguely
Try again
living in the breeze between tiny leaves
an oxidized copper dirge
Part of the dreaming
Try again
A long and meaningless fault line
trembling
soup of letting go
cold hands holding
mosaic of shattered mirrors and soft cum like sea fog
hunger viscous
a wet sobbing loaf of desperation
Mouth full of birdshot, hidden hill of wonder, thick ribbons, tides of blood,
wilting under your mountain sun
swaths gentle
across a gypsum lake
a dog stalking a locust,
or brittle flames
mumbling impale
black blue sea of something left
a moth contempt
another raped apology
a ghost of dark spruce
a soaking nest of wasps,
soft decay of heaven or a laugh
licking charcoal like a wound
god time between
broken as the screams of wild geese
lost and shimmering
II
an island of want
caked all around with mud to make its hands seem bigger
curing in a puddle:
such divine water, summer ice,
all types of water that are poisonous,
water used to sharpen knives
an iron broth
malt sugar soaked in you
rotting plum leaves
wet with plum rain
a small dog burrows.
ink, weight, mica
rubbing out the ghosts
(with a honey that tastes like maize and tamarind,
with a honey that tastes of killing with good intentions
Flavor of longing, of hunting,
of too many steps.
packing the clay in with callous wrapped bones, feet like fish)
cavesick
and bloodletting petals
III
glory be to god
long night vigil of broken
mostly
blindly red pure
a silken tumult, a growing cloud
a shattering of the moon’s lips
possible
in the deepest night
a reminder to lose a brother
a reminder to eat sometimes
theory corpse of feathers, a dog with glowing eyes
The sky blinked
a spiral sound
from the hills, from the shadows
from wherever you lack
The whole of death.
violet terror dictates of a heart
a devourment clasp, unbecoming and
cadaverous as every room
adulterated glances of sheet metal,
greased luck,
and sin
cream whipped by the sea.
sky gelding. a sick warning.
so sleepy smoke, bleeding nothing
day of wrath
burial mound bliss hit
the saliva texture of wander
the blood simpler discernment
so sabbath pausing
so knotweed sleep of purity
so willing mourning dove
in glimmering
bonepit silence,
A drowning
sticky memory tongue
thick and placelessly
A movement
like birds
fighting to the death
