CONSTABLE: Ah, yes. I hear
you breathing through the hole.
The Itinerant
Airship
I balustrade the
itinerant airship. I am dilaudid amuse en scène.
Resold snake meat
as that of the shaven fish, taken down the dead
to make her wigs,
rorschach quandary of doing the what now
to be live. Wear.
Liminal. Wrapt intaglio labia like a woolen pillar.
She of me. Bare to
stir dread with white still, whole and throttle.
Breathe la
nouvelle vague and the drop hat in a silent dawn
haven of blanket
plush and pills. Break egg in a hot pan. Bird
on the sill with
feed in beak and rooster lord on the back coop
all cackly and
such. Trainyard and town square barrow hawk ruckus.
Naught but the
butter dish near the plum puff. And the coffee bean
percolator on a
tick gas range. And the twisted dishcloth. And the
pill down kick a
ride river of juice to choke back sleep residual. I’ve
had my putties’
break brought to fleece via chilly dip, she and me
naked in the
quarry foam, bare ass between the leaf shadow curious eye
and Dutch parceled
twinge. Later, paint vaginal sprawl across canvas
and a hard crick at
the forehand free of persona. I’m wan. I am the other
face, boat broken
askew over rock shore back where color bleed
and rain flow like
of a hose. I am fused of an afternoon filtered through
a lattice of deck
craggle and lowered to the compromise hold. Water
cold where it lap
at her back brought by drip kick of thorazine treat did.
She gone and dress
wet. She near. She me. Shear the lamb and smack
pink haunch as it
lay crooked upon the altar, and come inside. Dark
where I hold this.
She after with ear to the old plaster. Voices, closet
door on a squeak
hinge, and jazz dance like a heave on the offbeat.
This be me with
face sheen slight on bent glass, glazing chipped
at the jamb. She
too be of me, for the fissure crack arose to give.
The thrush peck
pulled bug and blown seed further weaken me. I’m
all apart. In a
strange town on a washout street, scuttle from glare
of God beam while
every carriage wheel whimper like a newborn. Stare.
I’m both that caul
and in-pined, of the spilt afterbirth and worm riddled.
I loved a girl
once. She married a man and bore him children. Though
of pound and
passersby I’d have put my head to her critch spur
and sleep, patsy
pillow breathe soft under me. The itinerant airship.
Labial suction.
Gentle queef. Hide I do like a vole in a cello. More pill
in the dark
resound chamber. Skull bone dome split and the meats within
effervesce,
buoyant foam at the edge and on dine. I may still be of face
to her nook. Could
be even me only. Could be semiotic in a wooden bowl
with a ginger
press. Had I wooden leg. Float in a tube of neon effluence.
Imminent from the
top down and collar skewed to the wonk edge,
flapper and
pillbox cut decorative mesh. I raise my umbrella. Fat drops
pad upon seal skin
page like chub fingers of a dozen hungry beadles
eager for the
group plate age. Each tap an echo now. The sound. Slow.
Just me from under
looking out as rain balls float in damp air, smog
particle swirl
inside once left air afloat from the coal burn furnace.
Now in wee ball,
cobbled street and patisserie inversion held over
sky water, airship
slow like move shadow below. There she jimmied
between orbs. Wind
rise. I gout lip. She wide eye hole. Custodial
baton rises out
from open manhole. Pank sack pulled back and thread.
She quick to fetch
a key and retreat instead. I cross the street.
Notion and I’m
back astoop and knocking at her door. Stitched.
Jiggle the mail
lever. I’m still and sliding out of face. Pressed
to plexiglas with
essential nightjar and whitethroat tidy in my ruined
mulberry ducal.
I’m restrung in sticky nettles with a whistle past
and a furry ball
drupe burden bear on, thrown a bundle and wear
a wide-brimmed
hat. Spinach mushroom risotto bed with salmon paste
wafting past. You
take a pinch of light through the mail slot, spin
like sugar fibre
twine and laid out. Our molecules dissolve. I lamb
baste the
knothole, struck dumb and blue in the broken dusk breach
of lilac bloom
plank. But to stone step and fish for clutch of dilaudid.
She of me
somewhere, deep in the putty, leather pump caught
in my corpus
collosum and await for her own fix to kick. Thorazine
to quiet voice.
Benzedrine stash in the chifforobe. Cabriole foot
carved of hickory
bough, brain lake laid wait awash and indicate
threaded filter of
wood slat that intricate poise, tire. Incise design
on the velvet paw. I
wait on ease, endorphin or any old opioid
neuropeptide
flowage. Thorazine quiet her and I’m alone. Still.
Trousers soaked on
the cold wet stone. Home. Or near home
but can’t get in.
Door blocked, angel brain shot via vein and grant
no access. Though
she be me. The itinerant airship flow by above
my throttle put.
Ballast and batten, wordshed leaden and barren.
Start dragging the
grapple hook bone socket down from the hulk,
long soul cord to snag
the slouching crookback, head down as
despair button
favour the blind grope and muffle occasion.
Dirigible recalls
tendril and floats on. Swallow one last dilaudid.
Ache ease. Skull break like a breakfast egg, inner skin and
cerebrum.
She inside dissolve now down to puddle stain on the foyer
floor.
Sun slip behind tree strand and eyeball flatten. She of
whether apart.
Splendid daffodil lit by gaslight along an edge of the
balustrade.
