is rain and thoughts and the sound of the sky blowing up
your fingers in my mouth and my vagina greed
cracks in the sidewalk and the edifice slipping
the phone rings I know the news already before the harbinger
sour as lemon but mine true as the flood potent as rape
not death at all, life
simple as taking out the trash
hard as carrying wood up the stairs
complicated as walking a straight line
impossible as knowing without reckoning
which way is up
life plain as a road
plain as words making short shrift of their inexorable meaning
space occupying lesion bad enough
but like the choir eunuch innocuous
brain tumor an apocalyptic figure looming
steel bue eyes sunless face a close-hauled foe
a corrupt enemy of mine another vision
of me
