Lullaby Sentence

the dew from the silk all gendered the wine spilling from
the cork to shoulders rain or shine
as a bluejay skittles before the pines sleeping
baby on a bearskin rug
my eyes offer the body a planet to hold onto
words can’t only make me the air
traversing feather I fondle
myself to know the price in dollars and sense of
les fleurs du mal shows a little flame
my eyes fit for a frame of glass
more or less fluff the heart longs for a photograph
and the rings there dark and light
the lights there rigged to enlist the object of the past
an eye a throat a square root
dna
licked open and three blue cats curl out
in the journal of silence and immaculate conceptions
is a child in an empty bottle
clouds make hand-puppet angels wherever that one body goes
the many my god oh what
my eyes see this through the arrow of my tongue
silence honest as stone
and the lost jokes of the neanderthals
I recall everything in terms of my experience with magnets
bone after bone hits dirt too soon
a few barbules slashed
enough
already the gum in the head being as volatile nailing
my nerves to a song to a dilapidated wall