The ocean pulls, is pulled,
pulling back like a bed cover, but
instead of drape, rears
up on legs, foam-
flower legs, banished
from the light legs with the deep
wide scars of rock and glue.
crushing, crushes bone. Covers
the sky, the blue-
black with the blacker drugged
dance of whales crossing out
the staring starred harpoon tips.
drum up stampede
legs, bulbous, boiling
the patience-less legs. Water has
an angering velocity, god’s debasement
bounces off the smooth-lid
father’s head, like a bottle’s
shiny, shined, lying simile because he hated, is hated,
sister already out of sight,
bright fire barking eyed, eyeful of the forest of dogs
have been loosened, lure
of the delinking muscles. A blinkered
the size of a basement, a bulb with waving, waived
legs. Follow. Breathe heat
in endangered ocean
armed teeth. Arms, white as the whetting
up brief, flanks of god’s
beef, our cysts of fat,
fragility. Will remember
the floor ended,
is an ending quickly, then mouth
the chasm and rope like tooth
edge over it, end
to end. The crater of father has been
polished foot after foot on the fraying, frays woven of arms
knifed out, offering the self’s offing
cheap metal while flames
finger, filigreed. Greedy the dearness of this loved
poised, poisons the missing we had been left,
behind this heaving
mouth with the leaves
made of dogs on the other
side. I make, am made
voice veering from the mouthed, mutinous
tin dying on tongue, volcanic while halo.
Goo and grammar.
Father grass. Father vertigo. Father long without
doesn’t look back
at his love, at loving
in the ream of mine
flooded by moonlessness
reasoned by flames
licking, whose villain
language on the rope
that his is going home.
It husks me.
It does how
to resolve, this
hole I hold like hellish
velocity. Stopped as just is when, felled.
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