1.

what does entice

together the pews? no

not the

floor wax. in fact

the matter is not

ceremonial

but gravity

and the spots where it passes

grabs hold of

time and time carries on

the story through all the spaces

between house and picture

on the walls the model cars

it is the same with people

as with objects

there really isn’t any explaining

things though it feels necessary

and rewards frustration and some

very unreliable feeling of worth

what the hell am i talking about?

i haven’t a clue except that

i think i’m trying to get at

this space inside of me that i can’t

by talking about something

entirely different when in fact

i just need to fall down

with the people around me

like dominoes because it’s true

it’s not about the structures

they’re just shadows and when the walls

fall the center or empty

space illuminates

with sunlight

and isn’t empty

obviously

2.

the inner inside

what do they call it they call it

crater, cave, core?

the thing rings

touch it and worlds explode

into blackness from nothing

it is what people die for

or die into

living they may also

and simply when they do

is this really what i want?

how to define desire

as inseparable from bone and flame

correct

and then again who am i anyway

who am

i

i function like an atom

the end

the end

the end

3.

tickle

ink spot

spider

to the floor

the corners

dusty

dark

the corners

closed

like the cavity

of my stomach

like my mind

but the spider

gets away

some simple rumors

one head to this

head to that

one and a fire ring

sits up out of the

rock ground

a miracle

so it’s beautiful

but not really

welcome

whose decision is this

who opened up doors

to fan the disaster

or close them causing vampire

who are you

linked to the out and in

you have similarly

made a pit-stop at a dangerous block

you won’t get free

ever of your mind

unless the cords

of flesh become

light and strong

golden in color

lighter than hair

manipulative like water

in a manner that’s washing