Down from atop
The mountain,
Flooding
Through
The
Streets:
Teutonic Bruhnhild’s
Alpine
Bugle
Call:
call, caw, call.
The unfurling
mantra,
Doom
Scroll:
to know, two-no, to know.

From this grid
Of seven billion
Inside this
Ark of one alone,
Rip out the middle
Dip your head in the screen,
Dip your head in the screen.
Between our hearts
Lie our breasts.
An electric line
Connects
Crotch to head.
And the current only flows
where the light
Strikes.
Flat on my back
Way down in the hull:
supine, supine, supine.
Between our faces
Miraged spaces;
A deep-time montage.
A jump-cut
To the bone.
Love has crashed
Against the
daily routine
And there is no
Point
In-listing
Enlisting
Endlessly
Listing
Our mutual
Pain
Sorrow
And
Fears

A hole within a whole with a hole
Be brief now, and tell me everything
A whole within a hole within a whole
Flash floods swarm and storm through this love canal
A hole within a whole within a hole
Pooling over former streets long turned banal
A whole within a hole within a whole
Beneath the paving stones: a beached whale
Schools swarm round the carcass

I am cage in search of a bird
Flesh, in search of a word
This figure’s in search of a ground
Looking for the difference
That will make all the difference
I want to be found
I want to be found

Lovers can’t be one
Like Narcissus can’t be two
Me mistake enough
For one womb

All plots stake their claim
Toward the tomb
Blindly sally forth
Womb thrown
Seeking asylum
In (song/home/throng/wrong?)
Undertow to come
Undertow to come
What stumbles around
In the dark
Will take your imagination
Close at arm's length
Hidden behind thick glasses
And dark screens
And veneered distances
Suspended in quiet free fall
Of hypnotic eloquence
Everything ever said out loud
Accidentally
Is recorded on
Whatever is at hand
Coincidentally
A napkin
A receipt
My jeans
My tongue
An unused erase that hangs on my fuzzy insides

Glitches frolic, warps loom
A whole within a hole within a whole
Ramps’ wool, swarm pool
A hole within a whole within a hole
Mesh rot, sends dupe
A whole within a hole within a whole
Deep Spud, dead spun
You stare just like an oyster
A flaming ulcer
A fucking euchre hoosier massacre
Every night I sing
And get down on my knees
And whisper into your keyhole

A hole within a whole within a hole
My circle holds your void
A whole within a hole within a whole
My void holds you boy
A hole within a whole within a hole
No taste, no smell, no sound

I am a cage in search of a bird
Flesh, in search of a word
This figure’s in search of a ground
Looking for the condition
That will change my condition
I want to be found
I want to be found

We exit the door pass
To begin again
Into new skin with shoots
And grooves of its own
A fingerprint geography
I’ve come to know
It writhes and curves
Let rise and merge
And spits me out into the new gutter
With lace patterns
Atop settled pools
We exchange portraits
Of our knows
Caked in enamel
Framed in gold
With miniscule chains
To fit under our cloths
Within the secret grammar
Of the lung
Lies the focus
Of our ellipse
The orbit of our capstone
Between degrees of permanence
Marled brow and rippling wave

Sky above; water below:
Etched lines entangle
In arching parallels:
Void holds the circle:
Horizon tide undertow:
The gift gathers
What belongs to giving

I am a cage in search of a bird
Flesh, in search of a word,
Beyond is a standing reserve
That loops us back toward some
unknown ray at the end of the scale