“Under Walls”
Let the judge decide
let us jump ropes
let us hang
a raven
expires to newspapers
inside a cluttered attic
let’s sing a duet in the dark
your pipes are clean
and every last oval is oiled
the train stops nowhere
kitten is afraid
my body doesn’t belong to me
or you
remember when music
made fireworks,
a series of communications,
articulated in beads of sweat
the back-lit streets
where you were hung up in the barely
with all those scarecrow men
potato-peeler rend
if I could guide your winning hand
across astrological maps
where dead gods lay
goddesses their ether wreaths.
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