In the empire of the greys
disappearing by degrees
snow in your face, please
I must get in to see
What your daddy did,
the other two
fingers, what I can remember
a washboard of blood
Siren’s song played
backwards as I forget
the spokes of the saw-
mill, the tongues of bland
cards & their cancerous lines
of fire ants
blat blat blat of a rubber
bulb horn, as long
as I can remember, in nested
circles in the twilight
hood, the town’s bad parts
exposed for pleasure
The stiff weeds that are a line
down the rickety
street like a torso, talking,
limbless in there where
cymbals bleat go ahead
make my angel
food cake for the host
of lost days, a grey metal
table & cloth that rips
like God, everything
I can remember, exposed
out on the floor
a red stair, a rubber
mallet, a sinister form
I can’t
fill out.
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