cowboy tectonic

smooth gunslinger an appetite of a valley

the magic act is disappearing

into the dust thinking about god,

the way he tugs and carves into the throat

convinced the hollow is for him to fill.

i’m a constant swallower,

a prison on paper. the traversing void operator

melancholic come approach spring

asks me for a name.

you’d have to put a lure in the river,

and die with your knees by the bank

tucked into tadpole lining and born again

in the face of a bondaged

man.

from circlets and bangles, sharktooth’d and halo’d

draws the sap of village prayer

and kiss tonight, straight around the eyes

floods the bellows of guttings

soothsatyr and shotgun bedsayers

who have not much but to stay

and watch a tawny head

eye the sunken valley

wolftrap

it took centuries and pasture and stone and bloodymud and

hot motors, on

[ ] the drunkways of silent nights with the longwhistle

coax for narrow wind to brush through the [ ] depthparts [ ] find the living outside [ ] reason, disknown to god’s eye and

taking the world with caution

[ ]licking dry fingers. i’m crossing the porch light / i’m getting shot in the mouth[ ] i eat my loose teeth / i am apologising

got softskull of a lightning bug, a pourous

all sights-on cicada , learning the world is

landscape with bowels of flies, just as many s tars [ ] glass fragments [ ] gin bottles [ ] green

and rotwork and limbs of abdication

culled with a brave face,

shirt soaked to radiosilence these attacks are quiet / big bodied copters, coruscations / stop a body

from descending out the treeline

they shake the house

into

a split yolk [ ] it’s my bad i [ ] bleed

and suck the ripe taste of body hollow in a, dark corner[ ] on a [ ] shotgun bed oxblood quilt of parentage

drive the starvation where i eat around the fish bones

til no one sees

fascia’s in my pomelo [ ] my fingers going into the troughs

turnicates and keys, the disease in thems and later, less dark for the children / more torches / burn what they see

[ ] how is the place outside[ ] me? do i live? do i live?

watershed ii

walking into new skin. walk a new way

say hello. love, to say hello from the

badlands fingernails hanging in

rakemarks keloids satellite

craning by the river. daring beside a shore. his eyes slow

on the bowing strain of jesus he could take it.

loathsome wanting to uncover punctured pockets of

lympathic drool. "this is my goodside."

rosewood roof, brights take a turn across

the treeline.

build his cross with twine, burn a hillside with

what crossed i,

during the autopsy discoloring the face compound

to the bloated body found my rope found

cut ties. this carcass washed the serration in the raw of his chest

will not loosen but deify

daytona

my bad luck's

2 ton it's… – angry. it's swinging its

head at you. your pinch is guarding your

heart, to minimize the

bleeding. i'm watching a muddy

patch, … he is beating. your skull in

and i cannot astray gaspless when

my fate is your

stronghand, snapping against

the hard flat. becoming a wound in

the earth. you left angel wings. in the dirt. and he danced a hill

through you and from

where the keratin got it.

into the sky and

through and through.

i saw parts of you

i could never harvest back to your body. the animal retreats from where i am standing,

your chest seeped to sockets,

his eyes agonize & fear this was all one bad sunday.

you're crushed. god's put it. a roiling future to pass

into you

put a wink in your eye,

a scared white the last time

yo u had looked at me. i'm reaching to

pull your body out of that

tepid rhythm, reaching out. youre flayed.

god make

me an impossible ending where

all of this is all

right. somehow that tangle

took the day off. and your head

wasn't so limp to my body check. guarding your heart to minimize the bleeding.

chapter: vampire

found the dust of deaddog

close to home. dimensons and lightmetrics from the eyes

went out after the piercing shot from porchman with his

brave step. never was a warm man. aside to the livingroom molds harebreath,

down to the boiling blood,to the basement of its heart

there was no one to stop me, ((there was no one tostop me))

how a hunger overrid my understandings. but between you and i, we can't decide who is more rotten. ((who is called darling)) somewhere, tonight i took to a soft cradle,

its house lined with tables. my belly soft with maggots. they must have dinner for hours.

if there was something wrong with me, it's borne by my blood. it cycled through, fed on the walls of my heart. i couldn't stop it. icouldnt stop it. afterall old iniquits need a fight, after all that skinshed i was

born to die

bullet fragments. truly, yours

i cannot outrun fate

cometo a dark room

i am the shape of you from the marrow

incenerated. i am not following

I KNOW I DID SOMETHING BAD. AND YOU NEVER FORGAVE ME.

i know there's no forgiveness for parents who take their children's lives

but you didn't love me right the first time

i route the missteps, i slip past shallow endeavors

the blood's putrid and sour onthe way to the crown of your head.

it's all leading up to here