We spiral the fracture where the ceiling forgets its lines Swallowing voids that taste like rust and expired wine Wallpaper veins pulse open, leaking yesterday’s ink We grin through the drywall dust while the plaster starts to think Sub-frequencies drag marrow out into open air We felt what it severed, we measured the tear But the cassette warps forward in a language made of ash We float through the warble, stitched tight to the gash Dawn leaks hydraulic fluid across the mattress seams Hours curl into damp origami, we origami the dreams Ceiling fan blades carve slow accusations in the gloom We tilt our heads in rhythm like obedient mushrooms Fingers chase copper threads that braid beneath the flesh Tugging at the scaffolding that props up what’s left Television static recites our unmade eulogies We swallow the remote control like communion made of fleas We spiral the fracture where the ceiling forgets its lines Swallowing voids that taste like rust and expired wine Wallpaper veins pulse open, leaking yesterday’s ink We grin through the drywall dust while the plaster starts to think Sub-frequencies drag marrow out into open air We felt what it severed, we measured the tear But the cassette warps forward in a language made of ash We float through the warble, stitched tight to the gash Mirror shows a tenant wearing our face like borrowed clothes Mouth forming apologies the larynx already knows We line up tiny satellites in the bathroom drawer’s eclipse Each capsule a quiet rocket aimed at our own eclipse Trees outside bow like interrogators under sodium light Asking questions we answer by choking on the night We exhale smoke that twists into question marks and gallows Inhale the permission slip that lets tomorrow follow We never trace the outline sleeping under the bedframe We never weigh the anchor chained to every heartbeat’s name Just flood the speakers till the walls begin to inhale Let the distortion ferry what the marrow won’t exhale Highway paint dissolves into pale worms beneath the beams We circle the same off-ramp counting every wound that gleams Radio spits psalms in a tongue of bent metal and regret Alice keeps falling, the rabbit’s already in debt Chest packed with wet gravel poured around the missing core Setting slow around the absence we learned to ignore We offer the rearview a smile thin as winter glass While the engine sings low requiems in a key that never lasts We spiral the fracture… ceiling forgets its lines Swallowing voids… rust and expired wine We felt what it severed. We measured the tear. Still grinning through the dust, exquisitely impaired Cassette warps forward… language made of ash Floating through the warble… stitched tight to the gash.
