Walls around walls

A circle stark on sand
marks a cone of legibility

palisade pikes
                an embroidered seam
reticulates the wind

pure passion & virulent violence count BTUs
while wisdom's flame
& the home fires cool

our allies among divinities chatter
spoil & evict

                the apartment scoured to ash

       ash cannot reason, ash cannot speak
                       of who roasts spit
over it the horses unhanded

     & who hand-holds walking home
at the truce

under the sun, which is under the earth & both
   are on top of you

*

within
wishin for some fission
my rock chapped to give birth
began several investigations into aspects of the event
& a real-time map of foreclosed avenues
stones & seeds in the belly of a bird
& no matter how hard I pushed
no topical watermelon emerged

sometimes I think instead the evening has the structure of a peach
pulpy fiction & lightly poisoned pit
reserved in its cloaca
rubbing for & against you

*

this talking & walking
or, more likely, standing wanting to be sitting
against a fence, it happens
is vaunted, guarded, & electric

who sits inside? Noisy & paradigmatic

maybe just better
   looking
   focused                  or nicer, happier, all around
   connected                  reasonable human beings
                           when

napping
       I awoke on the other side
   & was instantly arrested
   & woke again, tingly & on edge

   unreason unable unhuman

unbeing
&
dinner, then anyway after
talked & walked about the perimeter

*

it's funny how things can get abstracted
the life stolen away

       my hands covered in semen
engines outside the window and my lover's ragged breathing
she's burning up & the tracks
rattle with the weight
passing by

the engine of our future
turns over
& so do I