dusk's creatures

          up ended at least still strafing on wishbones
          a mirage of flesh spun beyond the wretched tune
          each clone sewn in the cobalt drift / but blenched no
          nor fed for weeks on reclaimed meat and ribs
          no tides poking through each shimmying in the gut
          a parasitic limb still fancied further on for walks

          about that station all crackle and fervour for hours
          and hours murmuring in murmuring out the ripe snow
          leaving gin and tripe peopling the lemon river
          a biscuit dunked in brine or lard my hands playing
          my gilt hands more violet stems in perfect wattage
          they would dance and quite soon the oiled cyst hum

          calm again for several weeks and panicking
          for tiny wires like children's voices / charred
          indefatigable gems thudding their plastic grins
          timely in civic ruins my plangent feet in the lavatory
          you were always safe reaching for born mastic
          plashing while oars dipped their funded venal mouths

          I too am scared and stink again like pretty valves
          more dense in the East featuring that oriole as rigid
          feasts hunker in the lobby / donors bellowing like aunts
          each roaring forest flickering in the glottal room
          the elevator slack-mouthed on its rump where trivial
          besotted wires note we are changed and gorgeous

          no sooner do I rub the spool than I am velvet justice
          the manacles a smear of paint and each thing old paste
          like the rotten garden yearning while stars teem like ham
          a singed girl tips her hat as now we see dusk's creatures
          set for fungal time / our system past use / the lips worn out
          as I could match all ways but least of all decline to sing