R odando to drops alone
to drops like teeth,
to jam and thick globs of blood,
raindrops rolling down the water, like a sword
drops, as a harrowing river
glass falls
biting, hitting
the axis of symmetry, striking at the seams the soul, breaking
abandoned things, soaking the dark.
is only a breath, moister than weeping,
a liquid, orNo sweat, oil unnamed
an acute stroke, making
, thickening,
the water falls, drops
to slow
towards the sea, toward its dry Océ year,
to its wave without water.
I see the summer long, and a rattle coming from a barn,
wineries, cicadas,
populations, stimuli,
rooms
girls sleeping with their hands over their hearts ,
dreaming of bandits, with fire, I
ships marrow
see bristling trees and rabid cats, see
blood, knives and women's stockings, and hair
man, I
bed, I cry corridors where a virgin, I
blankets and bodies and hotels.
dreams I see secretive
admit the last days,
and origins, and memories, like an eyelid atrociously
raised to
force looking.
And then there's this sound: a sound
ro or bone, a stick of meat
,
and yellow legs and joining pins.
I hear between the firing of kisses,
