rust spills
a fact
fits into
a number
spilling over
into a body of hiding places
& holding
eternal sweat works
so hard & it sleeps so hard
& it sleeps
for 100 years weary
with sleep & it wears
nothing else
but itself &
invisible it saves
superman who died with one
eternal bound
& eternity heals
as it sleeps with
infamy & a mouse
until the house falls
down & the mouse
disappears
into oxygen
& rust
the fingernails
first tracing deeply
blood
next a blue
x
the lithographer
the mind exists in the eye & twirls
bright pink umbrellas
as though
to dismiss the importance
of a bug
that moves across the wandering
surface its shit smelling like earth &
water
humans smell of synthetic
drugs & machinery’s shadows on
the walls with plug-in flowers while
we live within our
own mysteries
& vertigo of sounds continuing in our
bones & organs in our bedrooms 40 years
earlier where I kissed you & this was
all
of time that I thought existed
& the bug
recovered balance
on its round shell moving
a mile a day
creating the earth as one
stone etching & soon
stripped of its senses
in the next metamorphism
it will be as
a mind searching for clues without
the cracks of itself & it will burn like
a Buddhist moth
in the middle of the sun
&deer
civilization light like vinegar is an acidic kiss left out in the sun it gets
mushy you linger without insight you are hungry
for meat I slide praise from my lips and
it falls flat off the earth
and it lands every night where my garden
grows bones and other survivors after I
pour honey into the dirt I wonder about how
sweetly the earth will sing and nothing
surprised me more than a sunflower in august singing in
its yellow voice singing and rain calmed the
spirits who buried their throats under wet leaves
and god took on the form of night and wagged its
tail like a dog but honey left its taste with facts that
showed without proof we flow like water and I know
truth is only a kind of existence of what has to do with
the core of nothing
and the sentient heart an abstract bird in a cubist rhyme
sinks into the ocean and its silence under the bridge where I
write novels without sentences performance art
without daggers leaving the decisions in the forest and
it is always feared by standard men
who point their guns and the bodies count themselves
and I play with stones on paper while the water
descends into pisces evaporating between umbrellas
is feeling the pain of inward expression through the
window
we stare at beauty in the valley of
garbage and wild flowers that have not been named nor
raccoons or rabbits or birds or spiders
listening to coltrane
lists of little chicken food
scratching out a little living and
the echo slides it’s
a volcano song
from the hole in a swearing fire
wild dogs breathless for wild meat
the routine of moons
endless meandering my monotone longing
sloth tinged lawns
basking fabric far away in nowhere
pieces of a malevolent mind
in jars examined by gypsy
fanatics stealing the wailing sunlight
missing teeth in dumpsters city of dumped
bodies
and lumpy ends of extensions life longing genes
of the mongrel beauty
in a presence of aching penetration
the brain blowing ecstasy
guts another blind extending soliloquy
in blood time lapsed line tinsel trimmed
taken from you the anguished hole
a poignant pastoral devise with windy my thorns
in skin
an old star’s version of skin-- incinerate the remains & then it rains moss without sappho’s wit skin melts into a man’s mouth old women hang themselves against the wind escape from the asylum men with wilting stalks-- in september sappho laughs the garden harvested young women knit hats men first spit the layers rest quietly you never lived in spring’s unwinding bandages residing in mansions The men paint designs on their trucks mostly of women’s breasts I fired a gun to protect my skin-- my lovely skin
Mary Kasimor has been published in print and online journals, including How2, Otoliths, moria, GutCult, BlazeVox2k3, Big Bridge, MIPOesias, among others. Her book, silk string arias, was published by BlazeVox Books. She teaches writing and literature courses at a small community college in the Midwest (United States).
