last night when i thought i was gonna die haha

morose

moonless

musket

mouse-loaded

rifling under the sink in the bags
or bragging of its stealth-annulled motion sensors
to the dark that harbors
the unmoored murderer.

unmurdered,
I mourn
for the morning,
the mouse
censored, too, rues
(and the killer as well
must regret)
rousing me:

all fell still
clipped in the safety
of the wind-barrel (insensate steel)

               
                     ...although Matt
                           saw a bottle.

Day of Long Sighing

a day of long sighing

three sties in my eye

no pie on my plate

the day of long knives

long widows who are the ghosts of the wives

pulling out of the slats, taut as cats

on the wires, alive but retired

toothless hair

garbage and fried

cat mummy pyres

spitfires put out with spit

shitty fires