buoyed, woven fabric
resilient cockroach and
with their greasy coats and deformities
run atop of-
but through the nuclear cloud
breathes, blinks and beats?
no flowers or perfumes
but shit, teeth and scurrying.
Caos>congestion>fast-movefaster/lift up your feet/they R
GET UP the stairs
hungryalwaystiredalwayshungry and my eyes burn, all my shoes hurt
me. focus on now
other things running behind your(my) eyes –o—o—
tomorrow compost to the seedling.
The faces, so many faces
Never the same face-
to the 9’s, smelling like a million bucks.
Shoes raising her to the heavens-
But not the sirens
What holds up the faces on the bodies?
and buries the dead below?