a nagging ache kind of acetylene blue that epoxy euphoria paint dissolved, and dirt ingrained like the dunes and calumnies of someone else’s skin I thought, cellophane and roses a wolf-wind howling through steepled hands afterwards, we eat the dead fish eyes watchful skin the shape of wind scaled sand wondering in the minor recompense of oft repeated phrases do they eat us Traffic shuffles on in its dog-end fury red almost to green a monoxide exhalation doorway reverbations the standard scat mirage that wormed, ouroboros need I tell you I am far below the hour of the sea No, you say – just no before you completely leave the Venn of coffee rings describe in vestiges of peace the fragments of reflection all that’s left to bind the remnants of vacated conversations
