Squirrels piling their stock up. Jamming
acorns into cracks. A noisy little
For the love of…
Or water breaking against
a yawning leaf. Veining its dome,
countering the deluge.
Detuned drum assailing silence,
chopped by quiet. My ears
function to spite me.
A robotic high heel. Pencil
on a steering wheel. Dashboard
orders the downbeat, a padded
Cash registers with taped bells,
ringers gauzed, leaning toward the metal
feebly declare, “no sale. no sale.”
Vermin crossing borders, switching
yards under streetlights. Fence-knocking
skulls, befriending the future, divorcing
last time, last night.
Some sort of wren? Organize yourself
down and away, bird. Your string nested,
your eggs beating against aluminum in fragile,
yoking pulses. Your wing a conductor’s
bone, feathered and gaveling
the maestro’s pit to stillness.
Ummothered child, cease and be dead.
Half-sucked lolli thocking your glass eye,
remainder of your house. Hunger North!
Or here and never out loud.
Gargoyle weeping gems.
Stone tears on your lover’s wings.