1397
turning over
in the revenant
a soldier of bricks
holding still
holding still
holding still
watch you sleep
through the hallway
three ghosts
I’m turning out
a little bit
then let’s
at the pub
but not Lebanon
just here
holding still
with your shaved head
and history
drawing mysteries
across bare skin
incarnation
resurrection
I’m finding
you with clay skin
and that’s not to be peeled
just roll over
let me rollllll over
come on
spinning me sideways
that keeps -
-
-
-
not enough history
to care
that’s your form?
Hallelujah
three stars
come on
-
-
-
I’m not shortsighted
just an arsonist
in pigs clothes
coming up
coming up
push me down
into you
swallowed by your impatience
and your breast
and your cards
close to the chest
I want it all
—-
-
-
cumming to magnum opus
oh so bad
but come on
isn’t it -
-
-
-
I’m older
on a beetle’s back
and whether we’re over you
you’re
such an older color
and ugly man’s wrongs
and your dress comes down
so much to overrule
but rest
rest
rest
rest
honey
honey
rest
rest
rest
I’m sheltered in technicolor
Love
but what’s to do
