A Toothy Nadir

burnt out like delicate cinders on dark water
snuffed silent light to black
briefest joy and pleasant things
we can't ever get them back
pain is ever-present companion to all
that is how each life goes
we're scarred from all the fighting for sure
all scar from toes to nose



we'd take all of history and break it with a snap
we've got the means and the filters, gels, and notions....
if it meant one moment more with her on her back
in between our involuted desert and her ocean
looking up at us lazily like we were just a snack
we no longer remember how to miss our emotions...




Thirty three make a xylophone
Eight hundred's what you've got
a clattering toy like a barrel of bone
we suppose you'd rather not
go down that trail back to your home
it's just full of dead bodies and rot




we cannot catch you on the wing
but we can arrest your flight
there's no hiding place we cannot find
we hunt all day and night
so wriggle more, oh scaly worm
are your bindings getting tight?
try relaxing or dying instead
we trussed you up just right.




blood and smoke and what is this
disorder down in the camp we see?
hush now, reptile, do not hiss
be quiet and we'll set you free
let's check your knots, oh we insist
we'll have to part ways briefly...