Outside the great divide
the dogs racked up about wild hangers
the fleshy neighborhood is still the city

the wire bled into chairs
the chairs eaten by dogs waiting for a ride
the cars humming and strumming the air

with coarse teeth and hair
i have learned what comes with you
dog man fleshy dog man

and i l did not awaken this endless pain, this galactic hook up with the
crucifixion,
my single cell crusted in this prophet, i am the prophet, for the night

and for the filthy warm pine and the dusty glance
of the day
we meet

tangling our feet
in the noisy closets
barking collars

that miss
her when she's gone
and button up when she comes near

every morning the dog
moaning and barking and humping a tree
and last week i saw two black birds

out on the side walk
heaving
belly's up

claws locked
now the fire escapes wind up the brick
long notes

from a dieing
leaving last words
every mattress, every napkin holder a cry

that has crystallized
because there is a sun
i know god through sands

torn into long strands
and i can sing
my legs around you

my tongue into you
surrender too
our shame, our despair, our reason and patience

you, father, lover, wordless musics, inside boy
traffic addicts, sound bound, trying to be careless
with ecstasy

the time that binds our
fleshy lives
our aces in the tree

swinging
with the muscle of the sea
climbing

rubbing #~!!@ on the bark
climbing
up up up

slipping down climbing up
slipping down
for gods pleasure

the whole thing, man, the whole thing
writing it
going back and rewriting it

from here
the fleshy here to there
i throw up all day from the deep

it pulls on my deep and i swoon
i cannot drive
i cannot remember

i place the wrong words in the places i spoon
i will be airborne soon
pregnant

inhuman, fleshy home, inhuman
in this pleasure of fleshy unity
i seek god i chew the leaves around the picnic table

i come in close to british guests
i lick my husband as he walks by
i am the monitor, the mantis, the anchor

celebrating
this fleshy life