Come down,
the underground’s saviour can’t sleep.

A day with no face a day with no face.

They said that you would have something for me.

You slay me you slay me.

Like a snake kissing a sprinkler,
a pair of scissors, spreading its legs.
We deal in desolation like real estate agents,
make homes in the hay. Hey. Hey.

Rolling our holes towards oceans, do you think we’ll rust? Damascus unmasks us.

This is the place you will

Rest until morning.

This is the bed you will

lie in.

When I was just a child
I saw a lion catch fire,
it was tranquilized. My
17th dream, and these seminal questions to solve,
why don’t you consult your magic eightball?
With the right music, you can make car washes Kubricks.
My lady married a hedgehog, and lay in his bed of nails.
What strange valleys we’re passing
on our way to the sun.
This is the bed you will lie in, lion.

I just want
to lie down
on your lawn
place my hand
on my tongue.
An angel considers its palm.

How do we live?

I just want
to fall back
into the pool,
its blue math,
a blue school.

Progress in project
How do we live
with this?

Come to.
Bloodhounds will pour out of alleys.

Scuba divers will excavate our sunken houses.

Come to.
They’re looking for you, in the valley.

Therapists spreading dead fish out on their couches.

So bring out the guns,
we are the ones,
We’re going on sa-fucking-fari.

Who has blood on their hands?

Yeah we are the ones,
so bring out the guns,
We’re gonna blow holes in the sun.

I’m in the kitchen, snapping spaghetti strands.

Lab Rat, I’d like for you to
have to
bank around it, like meeting a whale,
or waiting tables.

Meanwhile, sea trade
is improving celestial navigation.
Algebra and zero are imported,
with the rats in the grain.
Watching the planets, we realize
heliocentrism.

England becomes
a hub
for the trade of exotic animals:
parrots in the backs of pubs
like pool tables.

Meanwhile, Galileo’s working out
inertia, not purposed, but
moved by external force.

I look to kings, apartment
buildings, see orders of ascending
strength, endlessly increasing,
while you
move
the wheel turns taught you, elegant
as proof.

At home I flipped backwards, drew
rivers under lines of text,
irrigated letters.

When I called you “Solve,”
you came,
around the ledge,
your tail a curl closing

question marks. I came
across

a rodent in the gutter
(a little white number
knows its name).