Sediment

And something that transcends
the chalk that slips you
up and diagonal like
grit that lays
wanting
waning, dry in tiny hairs
the wind collecting
i'm all icy when the day breaks
vestigial as trophonics
your words make me necro
rubbing dust
to reach your origin
your lefthand x and y
stay, break it
to me softly floating moon
with ribs that smile
a deft molecular smothering
cause, you know
inside you it's all cacophonous
mess, all quantum tantrum
sine waves
light's like a reprieve
to be only eyes with no skin:
melanoma soma, aural
catastrophoneme
softly break me little sweeping face
your image blur, I torque you
face to summit
call-in-climax
clipped and coughed
opaque cheeks dripping off
ecto-paste on white lunar digits

olifac

gladly defected to you

bespoken

your tipsy bicycle gasping

just at the edge

of the curb leaning

pressing backward into

the front of the wind

before the past named you, 

an interview:

spilt across crispy tiles

thorny leaves of darkened letters

licking the iron grid along floor length windows

in an apocalyptic moment

a diving bird resurfaces limp and shivering

a cashew curled jutting

along its vertebral ridge

the first of the dead ones

we awaken at dusk in another place

passports dripping sweat and sea water

our bodies shameful cabinets

barking organs

like hearts called mutts

like drooling claws trespassing

in the mire birthed by lonely guns

where the snow rests frozen in my palms

murmur

dynamic satanic sarah takes a sip while no one's watching

waltzing aura autism, a sting of dyspepsic pearls

popping up all over, circling

throats, choking morning from a cheeky crescent moon

sandy's gizmos for this and that, galactic taking on red shift magnetic

impulses bracing in the lunch room

my silky bandits have rushed out strolling in the spaghetti strung afternoon

they're lifting dazzling particles off all the little matter orbs

and filling their lapels with starling moments that swell in my head

and now I can't hear no thing

and now I can't taste you, are you there?

pinprick machismo. I know you're going out, gone out tackling

cement cosmos break on entering your aural automatism

I guess it's all electronic infrared 

gyroscopic pitching full yaw, less then

anna fopped by dandies

now she's decked in vests and 

feathered bracelets

stepping out of loafers to spray cyanide up cuffed pant legs

inside it's poison under the floor

puking diamonds at the curb: his dream to exhibit and her a faltering
gait against me all the time thrust amidst 

an ellipses
bent to jut and spinning in the ghost of
an unseen circumstance