ANATOMY OF A CAR-CRASH
what is the skeins of/strains of lie
grafted on the table
what is the tiniest something in your eye
all night and into the next day
a searing vestibule
and you are listening
hold it right there taxonomy
there are jumper cables for the erudite
and less engaged of space
a perpetual sniffling
sitting next to the Sikh at the bus-stop
shibuki avenger
crumple my walls
hold a carnival in my wake
one mans jaw drop is anothers
flagrant ember clasp
pry ring finger pray pyre of glass peas
fell from his pocket
and covered the highway stretched
as far as the open mind
rides again a parsnip
a junket river of celery glass
river ribbons
enscribe it song, be bones
like grit true.