I stomp snock-wall cranium,
leave bloody bootprints, bone bruises,
swallow chemicals, hold my throat—
to close eyes is sand on talc,
is memory ink, grotesque plasm;
a spill within my wadded heart.
I spell words I would not hear,
on lines collapsing in the heat—
my stupid moves, my lies, my grief.
Cartoon nemesis, gravel'd me,
sinks into the alum ocean,
wave on wave of best forgotten.
A momentary self-crustacean
snarled up in holiday lights.
All bees within, crushed in tins.
Or stoppered pour of chatterstone.
Cement mixer me.