secrets kept in coops
wasps crying into blurry stars
This night walk exposed more than average
the cut bleeding homeless on siren sidewalks
some of the slightest most precise cuts we've seen in six nights
the odor from the cuts hydrates a moon full of shame
found the stained bones/
clouds confessed
To
sucking out the Form slaves and joystick (masculine)
STARING into its own war
a signature chiseled in polluted air
searching the alpine crags
for invisible saints Or
maybe a cigarette
Tripping over shadows and wings
CONCUSSION
