I am sure
I was too drunk
To notice
How wonderful you were

I sat humming
Or drumming

In between the bell pattern and
rattle’s
6×2-rhythm

Somebody skin me
And excuse me
While I vomit

My last five
Exits out of society

Give me grace
Forgive my absence
And confusion

For what is human
And what is it to love?

13
It is the hour
Of vertigo
And flickering light
That makes you question
Your eyesight
Again

Cataract perhaps
Like the moon at times
Slowly dimming
Softening the world

Fear
Is a small mountain
Which below
Is a vast and endless root system
Of the Four Earth Gods

Which
In prayer
You know to be One

Screaming child
The white snow
Bleeds it’s cold hand
Around the sumac suckers

North Wind commands
Us into next season

Put your head to the Ground