in edifice of ants iii

les autres

iii

i'm wading drawn
in pencil ink
for animation
the verge
seconds befour a scream

be for calling out
be for making hoarse from song
be for looking out over the valley
bent on doing sit ups to reach
a goal the sun

the ladder to the roof now
grew weary of being left
in the rain alas ladder
you aren't butterflies
you stay out of stomachs
& snapshots

y que de que,
no me dijiste nueces? me dijiste "souffle" con tus labios pertenentes
tenente, detenga ese persona antes de que se vaya su sol, o,
lastima sublevacion en los cielos

tocarte la celulitis como si fueran cuerdas de guitarra
usar tus ideas fetos de maquillaje de paisajes
banarte bajo el sol hacer agua, en algo distinto del PUM!

digital reverberations carry lines of
intermittant drug references
a very obscure one at that, mr. yeska
across the palm, lines
therein death lies
drawn closing round a fist

enter sister
as the moon hands in her
hair, another grave marker for the head
celebration of sentinals leaves the gates
unwoman'd