spore

in

amongst

myself

city gates

of cardboard-like

shut

a globe

of a thought

its flame

quite round

i will soon

have trumpets - for a stern for a stem

i’ll swarm

like an audience

find the root

in a tongue,

become dots

in tired white writing

my house

my wordlessness

walls deep

oh so deep

in the lantern-less

lungs, plotting

surplus of

us my copies

my mirror-

nudged pneumonia,

sphere and are

on dubious missions

to king myself

lordest decay to

eat as if no mouth

yet devours cities

your streets, lanes

and blood filled windows

stem

why don’t you cease

with jagged surroundings,

leave those sharp mouths

leave the devil in its black slate cafe alone

blows upon blows and thru blows

where the trees creak their huge

skeletal noise, its rowdy sea in a shell,

come comfort where this sweet dark -

allows

don’t doubt, let the edges fall away as

breaths, come slip thru ether come slip

into fur that is sung with sap, come green

your loneliness out so that it extends -

such new hands

why don’t you dissolve my axis and

break apart my clam? i am downwards-

going, like a phloem, i pretty my own

cave with selfish stars, then you -

come again as if a room full of salt

i ought to float in the creases, in the

assault of ravines being shaken, until

we lie there ages bled as moons and

meadow ourselves with dusk, smitten