Ive Never seen myself anyway

It doesn’t exist

It never lays down

Squeeze low, lupine gangly weeping Ducks

Hoo-hoo,Waaa-Waaa’s crackle sacculated staccato

Bayou-stained above the head of head of my cocoon

Eyelevel but centuries past, or years or days or claymated

Asking to be let be back in

Dripping mucous gold

Into the eyes of mine enemy

And I weave it

Through that tiny hole

Where the crying would like to be

If there was a bit left in me

Whiskey drained it out

Stole my gift

Black velour 3 piece

Skipping, clicking heels

Titanium eyes, just seen as he smiles back at me

With all that the Locusts ate, the years the Locusts ate

In his pocket

Everything that mattered

In his little coin purse

Win, no sir you did not

But for now, I’ll let you still believe that

And in the corner of my mouth, hardened pyramid of 4 days of the bitten bloody nails in the

M tel 6

In the green corners metastasized-into-limp reminiscences

And what I used to let fall on me

I will it back into the duck blind

Cajoling what I was me in camouflaged brown faced 15-year-old boy

And I KNOW THAT he hasn’t a thing

His distractedness wrestles with who I was before he arrived

Before Joe Block Died

Before Joshua Stern Died

Before David Casper Brigante Died

Or Hubbard

the lamentation bows behind the curtains

And Hell shining once in the loam of a beauty

That refrain cannot contain

Hell, yes you formed but did not crystalize

She’ol Slides back in shame.

All things work together.

It will be that way

And not some other way.