ReRites (Muted Eye)

Bridge The Deterioration Her tears just started and now continue. She tremors for a long time. A Soap Lust I think of the trouble we had connecting: attaching collarbones of new nylon sawdust and shipwreck silos to the sanctified valley of our bed i remember you: intuitive & snub-nosed a marigold-clumped brow above homemade breath your knotted gypsy-brain flesh-carved you took a photograph of snails: thalidomide salami shitting brushoff anachronistic sterility you spent weeks encoding the ocean’s mimosa-bruised vestigal frangipani shitting pearls you imagined pirates of a wonderfully- dull childhood shitting into buckets at the concert you lie in silence; a territorial poet. there is a reason for all the rules. By the time I (feeble) succor the bombing notes, I’m the problem. A strange force foolish as sacred laughter scouring instantaneous ladders. Near the river, a disc, your muted eye. [OUTRO]