Like household pets with broken necks,
their bodies dance around their heads
and I dream in infinities, the space between
dumb terror and the door (rolls over itself,
halves its body, breaks its back,
drags its weight
inches at a time,
like time.)
I'm like time.
Holy ghost stirs like soup
around the heatsink in our chests,
and laysaints line up at the threshold
with our love fetish.
The war is never over,
but soon, when the robin comes,
to sing blue velvet eggs
off everybody's tongues
I'll breathe, and I'll speak.
That's when I'll speak.
their bodies dance around their heads
and I dream in infinities, the space between
dumb terror and the door (rolls over itself,
halves its body, breaks its back,
drags its weight
inches at a time,
like time.)
I'm like time.
Holy ghost stirs like soup
around the heatsink in our chests,
and laysaints line up at the threshold
with our love fetish.
The war is never over,
but soon, when the robin comes,
to sing blue velvet eggs
off everybody's tongues
I'll breathe, and I'll speak.
That's when I'll speak.