X "&" O

Our noose our breath our out
and out white lies covered in brown
smoke to a pale brain ticking
with collapse. with journey
our noose our hands our throat
farms of truth growing inbetween
the clutch and the break,
the signs spilling into my head
awake, tangled in sheets, webs,
leaves. as we grow toward sense
ricocheting walls of something
a god damn mess this house, seriously
the changing seasons, the melted pots
the smoked pot, the lobster claws
waltzing around my bathroom,
mocking my bath robe that is
waterproof, i swim towards home
and call ships by their rightful
names, as in homes my belly
moving the entire shape of a flannel
world, bunching cotton, correction
make mistakes, sell lessons like
poison; dance dance dance
in that crazy bath we call a robe
my fibers fried, hamburger died.
i shot senseless and smoked like a gun.