a poem

Staggering in the framework, the forked promise of the heart
the rusted robot eyes, the stapled wings flap prayers in the wind
before tearing free like motile animate orni-beings
the tiny fires breaking out in the guts and
boot knives collecting last gasps
the trained hands and untouched buttons that could order the world to sleep forever
the blood tides pulling involuntary thoughts, releasing trapped exotic lies upon retreat
shifting sediments quieted again like hourglass drains
the gumdrop bullets the brain cries out for
the memory plays sadist walking in the sleet
crass political meanderings reason only riot
billboards committing guileless guilt upon
a sense of commerce which was once a sense of wonder
single celled tailors sewing suit and tie for microscopic ballrooms
where the music is anything but sweet and life is a whisper
a cough, a cold, disease, a thought to entertain while walking,
all of you entirely none of me complete

my mouth is a despondent spigot gushing the worst in me
without it the worst would stay inside
outside the worst becomes a poem.