The Stars are Calling, Skin Sacks
Bend over the altar, shove
My tongue into your daylight, finger
On wireless maps, a participle medley from your breathing apparatus
Singing the Body Technology, a schizophrenia always giving back.
I said let me write you like love,
Let me write you like love’s fire.
But I missed the star guts crashing theGlobal Market ways,
Crushing me with its gentleman hands, eyes without a face.
I see your face again, the fluorescent light
I learn so much in hiding, my electric nest cake.
Could not map us out of eleven dimensions.
They would just go on forever, smudging the details down,