EXTERNAL OF TIME
a new membrane to fill that is filled and then in an instant a tearing a new skin to be filled
an infancy pregnant as rooms utterly full with screens and people talking their lips never
stop they're always moving calling a boiling over and steam the trash the heaps of trash
and everything is full of leaking fluid of fluid leaking into my body I can hear the river
my bleeding nose
the reflection of a porcelain hand in a screen
a mouth opening and closing and the body it describes is the body
with the mouth with the words in the mouth
EXTERNAL OF TIME
the protuberance a boil growing to the point of bursting the skin
endless webbing and a portrait of the animal
building its nests covering the world
with the incrustation of syllables hanging like convicts
or clouds of wasps and they sting our faces and fight
and tug like foals to free their gametes all mouth
all mouth filling and spitting
what is the difference between the
tongues and their victims
languishing like enormous nudes on velvet couches
it makes you and you cannot help yourself and in the end there is no escape
standing over your body it points here here here
wings and skins the flies carry on
willows and thin lips and fingers
yellow leaves
a bag of loaf bread plugged into the willow trunk
woven branches leave
[how the horns the lookouts
on wintry planets
squeal grimacing their fingernails
painted silver long streaks of quiet]
shapes left under the grass
as a summary of things [crickets]
as lips keep the tongue
from pushing out into spaces
we played cards
we drank gin
the sun was purple and gold and red
it set lower and lower in the sky
clotted in bees and flies
cabs of wings
push out of the underground in our daughter
how move the horns
of silence and of silence moving under the skin under the dress a small prawn
a seahorse bobbing up and down in the aquarium
MARRIED WOMAN
on the forest floor
hands inside a hive
looking for some honey
not to eat
but to be a golden flowing of bumbling
bumbling marched over by the bees
veiled children running from
their first communion mass burned
up like a black worm
a firework dropped in the middle
of a field
but the Sun is just a crab swimming
up from the Moon
light grows floury a rotating tesseract above the corn
the hand is catching moths
in the dells
the hand is feeding apples
lifting up each disproportionate fruit
from a paper bag