The Waiting

The Waiting

The waiting A day going nest to falling further dying and a bluster meaning lost clocks and you. Eye of tailpipes and unrung bells like I jumped headfirst out of the scented lovelessness. Fatter chickens grow crates for winter and atoms marry in ash. Take my x my particleboard history shoving the rain aside. Cotton coffin with hands like yours. Some malpractice going worse flagged with thistled threads. At your service the moon breaks glass and glows. Sketched mouth in the uprising. [ 33 * Difference out of thimbled words the artifacts. History’s paged thumbprints the cobbled platoon breathing in unison. My self in unison after memory in the spitting stars. Time leaving the body proofless utterly charged and whispers this is your right foot this your left. Scent of you all to myself the wind the flawed bit of meat a crate for the bird. 34 ] * Even kingdom come inside your jowls from time to time remaining. My brain shadow pinned one farther day to snow. Light and burdened the instance swirling red the hummed streak beneath rock. Illicit x in treetops singing night over. You meet gainfully the docked loneliness in splintered house wept through I imagine. [ 35 * Packaged land in forming reveals a wish my sun I know no lightfoot breeze. It is season-border time but when the pilot light goes ill and wavers. You gave the century in a wink my gesture towards the rest of living. Remainder of lips in a dance then flew. I wore my hand proud and personal waved and sickened mirrors became all wars the same an owl with breaking eyes closed. 36 ] * Lamentations center cracked wistful for light. The dead not entirely. A tunnel containing you till ways calendar an arrangement of lush theories circa magnetic field. I wish my fear was smell to go by. Easier in burnt mineral held seal-tight some proof. I meet the heart’s transcription in cared for cities gone. Pain for star measured feet continue which bloom under first snow will streamline. [ 37 * Like I was mimicking the gun held thought-high the cobwebs gathering corners. That threads remain attached and jumping fall. Paste the moment-moon to me. No farther scent than now will give you riper once upon a battle and once upon exchange. Swallowed leaves to hold you down that inside my chest you might flow freely. 38 ] * Wait wanly lightfoot coffin the x the stride bowed down to bloom and full withdrawal. Lapsing recognition the crates capsized blown open. Years ago I sat the middle swirl in salty rain. A myth piecemealed like part of you unknown to you a lake shimmering in snow spread past the edges I will not grasp the eyes. [ 39 * Wired bullet to the dream in vivid windowpane the chipped paint that one may graze and sucked stomach to sky through door you come carrying platter of century extended heel to toe and closer arms to take the creaking medium hue and hand racket which love me back. 40 ] * Steadfast to meet a cloud cover room in house in city where the idea of you poses light on shadow. No valediction to tie the arms no thread. Above what is cast to air and drizzled chest sped up. A pig in line and slips where outside the snow I could bear to clutch the world the intestines running real through my fingers my yes to you my knowing trembled past the certainty these tiny tufts of shame. [ 41 * Death march in trumpet blares. That cemeteries garner the imposed giving back brisk air to magnetic move you. The earth doubles back a moldy post a scent of song where into hope I may wager haze. Clean nightfall. The horizon opens x and ashes shine like lakes at end of rope I hang and hung you loving well. 42 ] * A door shut where streets creak. I take the barn for letting loose the breathing and structure stands. My palm opening to feed the reconstructed war some scuffling pearls to pigs. I built a house inside your shadow. To whisper walnut and skin while sleeping you remain too far. Dead in mouth the chest swallows and swallows. [ 43 * A crate across the way to which a timeline attests to bones decayed the earth. Fiery rain accumulates and stripped clean plummets like money. You step out of the way the x calls out your name here the mud and holding me back. I...