living sin by sin

the worst shadows are those I feel

sweepng my brow when eyes are squeezed,

brushing my diastolic dreams

 

when umbral curve eclipses my hold and

pries it from the highest wires all that bears

my worth, in such slow regard, recedes

 

and as I fall the angle is that Jesus saves,

this thrift expains the reason then he leaves

so many poor, but while  the urge to empty my pockets is strong

my arms are just along for the ride too short

by a half squared so let the evidence

suggest these angels shave where dayight fears to tread

 

I can feel the wind roll my tongue over broken teeth

and taste the direction of whistling skin

as Herman talks of German trucks

and pancake murdered cherries

I know the sweetest girls lie west of The Wash,

I could show you every hole

 

replicant, simulacra

I have no empathy with the contents of my plate

let it moo, baa, neigh even let it have

a pretty face,

all is prey

 

as am I in this battle for my tenement insides

or so my left eye lied with it’s

chimeral spray the ruptured host

for retinal ghosts deep in their

worm warmed casts

 

but forgive me if I alarm you , join me, sit

we’ll drink coffee by the pot,

with no need for crocks, and burn our lips

so that when we kiss they fuse in healing

bliss

that would be nice, nicer still if you’d agreed

before your lights went out

I will practice reading

I will practice breathing

I will breath for both of us now

 

things always take a turn for the worse

when I try to write in coupled verse