Some nights the bones
of your back crawl out
Like a malcontent
centipede of vertebrae tickling the Titanic
To evacuate the subway
train of chugging subterranean
The beast is hungry
for a vertical spine and all this supine positioning
Belly to the sun
bulging in a U button to the sky god
Daring the bastard to
“Just do it. Take me you fucking
sadist!”
Makes the standard
bearer of the body a refugee
The bony shrapnel
taken for years mushy clogged in disks
Is embarrassed that
the eye shadow of a photograph could make the mind
Fret about appearances
as if all this dancing was not an illusion
The straddle-step
“Where do we go from here?”
The whetted tongue to
dare ask for a drop of water in this lake of sand
The gall to scald this
skin in the rays of a friend’s death to camouflage a busted heart
To conjure sympathy to
swallow the eviction with want rather than resentment
A spine can only take
so much before the jellyfish coagulants bubble out the blood stream
Seep through the
dermis into the eyeballs and melt the façade into a pathetic lump
Writing and wanting or
expecting or hoping or dwelling or recreating reality
To just get by, to
tread water for a phantasmal shoreline in owl feathers and redwoods
Harboring a siren that
is indifferent but willing to devour a carcass if given the opportunity
This spine will have
none of that, slipping ship before landfall
The postmark and send
signal and sonar without the chiropractic play-toy
No, there is no
kindness there, only scary as was told and ignored
For such fallacies of
hope and dreams and turtle foolishly stretching neck
The world slumbers and
wakes sot in amnesia to forget the raw ache of love
Hear not the siren
song for she was never singing, only the crash of rocks
Fishing for foolish invertebrates
too slow to evolve in tidal pools
Swishing the origin of
all life: the strive to connect, to be seen in form
To witness and be
witnessed
Close your eyes my son
for there is no one up or over there to see you
Only the echoes of
blackened shadows
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