Thursday, January 11, 2007

Violence Without Pain


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


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


While not transparent

I try to float through your hands

I am coming in

Pushing back into the womb:

Coiled fish and blue lightening


House against the waves

I could lick all your fingers

Backwards and forwards

Rattles my listening head

The tunnel you are is black


I am hungry for

A kind of yellow mushroom

Remember your hands

The car the axe and myself

Like violence without pain


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