for an instant or perhaps forever we find ourselves lying on a timeless beach a ribbon or a road or a line shaping the tempo of our heartbeat and breath

faced again with what’s gone hideously to a quieter place the channel that shows the fog moving into your arms.  From Jack Spicer’s gutted radios as if sound were perfect motions roving the interior body the duration.  Beat warm dimensional kneeling on air.  Somewhere in static tapping feet to a half-spoke rosary however badly love will go looking for the many masks of its hundred faces.  Its plastic mouths waiting to whisper devotional poems with toad for tongue I still love you or wandering through the ether from ear to ear years after.  Become someone else’s empire.  Become cosmic hostage.  All sphincters contract at the gush of verbal lava.  Synchronize alarm.  Breathe heavily.

even though we’re hung over and have to work in an hour or by describing to you what you can be someday you conceal everything until

on some level we still prefer our invisible devils and their personal malevolence never born again in the same shadow absent from photograph.  I love you which does not mean I know you.  Nameless desires singed the lining of our hearts the deformed body we carried.  I need to know if you are anything more than the remaining pages of popular fiction.  You are no simpler than primitive touch the sudden total withdrawal pointing at a closed door in a dark hallway.  These evil emotions seem to enter us unseen naked exhausted worried.  Try to hold onto something to link long afternoons walking on mirrors and there is no word more beautiful.  You should really put some ice on that.

the outline is supposed to resemble

a tongue tip incapable of coming to light a brash song’s delicate remains.  Nothing that I have done nothing that you have done borrowed intention a part of this does not want to be here.  The tension between abstraction and violent physicality the faintest tap of ash no post- has been more prudish.  Come back coma back each of us knowing I love you.  I am erect with horror and vacant spontaneous community.  Take me but do not tell me enough to make us strangers.  Original and enchanting the birth of utterance is camera shy. Overrun and crushed the most conspicuous example.  The words which appear to you in this way have changed their names.  Go down on love.

as to appear neither offering

from which unceasingly moves sliding between raindrops and the night because there is courage and danger in leaning out your eyelids without desperation or to sing patiently removing thorns fairly given.  You cannot take me with a look full speed of oncoming cars care that no answer could be found among the words.  Acts of breath or constriction through misty chimerical air dare to speak without daring to tell.  Move secretly among us.  I want to live in someone else’s dream and walk to the edge of the pier.  In front of me is a glass of water the small room of a cabin rescued from the person I loved most in the world.  This world suddenly wrenched from metronome.