Violence Without Pain
16.
I can hear you through
These October headlights
Show me the axe dance!
The beard squeals at our death
And glances back on our love
17.
Out past our neighbors
Beneath hats that are living
A mammoth erupts
When our lips open we are lizards
When our mouths open we are smoke
18.
While not transparent
I try to float through your hands
I am coming in
Pushing back into the womb:
Coiled fish and blue lightening
19.
House against the waves
I could lick all your fingers
Backwards and forwards
Rattles my listening head
The tunnel you are is black
20.
I am hungry for
A kind of yellow mushroom
Remember your hands
The car the axe and myself
Like violence without pain