A Name for the Part of You Still Unconscious
a tinsel handful
your gangster stuffed
above the wood: most of a doorway’s light
one by one led off
between your toes, horse
over the ridge
to hear breath change then
smooth the air in front of the mouth & no one knew.
What Happened to the Legs of the GhostThe fencesix tons ofmarblehauled &the harmonyof men’s achestuck.A photoof the ghostof it anyarchitectmeasures.I findthe bonesalarming,soft. Whoknewto touchso light.Leave Architecture to its Bodyno handprintlooks like a circlescribbled withantler,eaten-away acorna shot glanceintercepts. Wesuckedthe stem ofelectricityas matter worea sudden word &red tattoosrose up.Gods Warn Against the Ingestion of Bricks and AngelsMy chestswallowsother bodycavities, nosea ghoul abovenoise.Connect theguts ofyour moviecamera tomy mirror.