The hallucinogenswere an appendixof boycotted anecdotes
Soma to Psyche :a Roma serpenthijinksmescalineunspent
We were smithereensparoxysmscuratedinto a lamellar
I wanted to drown youheart,drop your small sloganoff the canyon’s bay window
I wanted your head to holdunder the water’s knocking cold
I wanted you cast away, thissharp voodoo flicked over a fool’s gold
I wanted youto straya nickel tossedinto a flooded root cellar
When the sun turned into a swatch of organzaWhen the words were rented canoesWhen the land starved its taboosacross a crucified axisWhen the sea brimmed its bloodin a sharp hemorrhage
& daylight drifted through its own carnagesleep sought the ligature of morphinelicked into Orpheus’ postcardspocketed with untidy hindsight
The turnstiles in your thumbswere indrawn through callousedknuckles of afghan rug-sellers
Demi-monde, I say thisgod through music guidesShostakovich was as angelicas landslides
Breathing is always in pluralThe mirrored contagionsof a small bird caught ina slowly revving propeller
How death can be a frozen notea fading serenadebalanced on the savage gladeI too am ephemerathankful for something lessthan foreversomething more thanyesterday