Erect Tongue / Muffled Church

the way a locust latches itself to vegetation
for what the shells of the day are traded
I once tattooed a stone with my penis
to juggle the words until azure puckers up
the wind is swift as a sunlit lover’s lasting kiss
a penny loafer of syncopated Platonism
the dew is yellow with breath I feel
a wheel in the flesh burning through
around the earth in a hand the umbilicus
silver ashes stirring in primavera caves
red as purgatory as a caustic light
the living room of intelligence is rubber
another frigid morning in the eggshell
of this chilling b-movie my awkward
gulls in the moonlit limousine of history
even now I am scuffing this continuum
of embracing the dead in the living
I get caught up in the sorrow of centipedes
contemplation cancels the unnameable
between grins when talismans stay chance
I might be a mystic every time I breathe
the angel is a marble of sustenance
always too the silence of predators
I go where only the dirt passes for blue
the metabolism of fire like the embrace
of a frying pan colors while it fights
against the painful appreciation of smoke
like a mirror might breaking up slowly
the face of heaven the face of hell