It makes sense. After all, without a demon, how else to make the top of your head blow right off?
Forgive this confused reverie, or should I say, this reverie of confusion.
So don’t let
man or the earthen
burning breasts in
your hair be my little
i may be waiting
while you wait
in the antechamber
They are pouring laundry detergent in clouds over nurses and chefs and space shuttles and wedding dresses naming everything Whitehall and White Horse and Whitechapel and White Tower.
stretched arms this
is lesson #4
Mush in a forehead. Rings around an eye. Concentric
Perhaps it is hardest for Miles to sleep because he is journeying into experience, that dreams for him are like a mortar shell, or a mosquito, or a startled kangaroo, or the outermost bands of a storm.
A disco ball breaks at the end of the fever.
Please, pardon my obsession
with the end of things.
What a joyful thought, to hop away from this musty
twilight bookshop air with a chapbook
like a god, entranced from above,
I felt the whales before I saw them, gorgeous
No matter how many times I paint my face with makeup or pile on nickel-plated jewelry, there are some things I’m not initiated into knowing.