There Should Not Be

Dear wellspring of the warm word,

Like marrow leaking away from a hammer syringe…like spitfire from pandemonium…like a tumultuous dialogue among the boiling brain’s cells…avalanches pouring into the black whole word’s cavity…towards the intergalactic throat…reticent to follow the pathway steadily…bumping into the pulsating walls…scratching the epithelium of the tubular passageway…further down the windpipe…into the duodenum delta…and further down…into the snatched naval…flowing towards the ball of coagulated blood…into the knotted ocean.

met you on a summer day / and  lost you in the haze of an unknown winter.

Like a good evening as a response to a good morning…like an arm in the place where a nose should be…like goosebumps as a response to nothing…like an eye looking instead of listening…like a smile from a mortuary…like the body on the run in a straitjacket…fingers tangled in  the astringent  magma…feet glued to the drying mortar…mind swarmed with a vermin cannon ball…tongue paralyzed behind the teeth biting the cold metal of a shotgun’s muzzle.

learned how to read-write poetry / not the world.

Like a barrel of gunpowder swaying above a lighter…like a shot of an anesthetic in the optic nerve…like postoperative tears of blood…like a comatose sleep…like a dreamless life…like unblooded relatives…like a yes, mam where a yes, mom should be.

shadowspotting / and other hobbies, pastimes, fixations…

Like a dissection of a silhouette in the possessed child’s laboratory…like a crippled elf’s ecstatic dance…like an electrocuted dwarf’s laughter…like instructions of a doctor’s unreadable dream.

later / I doubted that reciprocity…

Like a lidless eye under the frown forehead…on a darkless night.

There must not be a bottomless haze. Because its mouth is measureless. Because it can eat you.