the god of fuck matures good fortune’s river
run through a machine house of bone structure.
wind foundation, a playful, cheerful fear
inside waters sunken ship formula for success itself
the self of the sparrow wing the golden dove’s bowl
and plastic spoon felt pleased attached the man’s undercurrent
of disbelief as an engine’s roar in a paved lot
glittering anger and the shattered glass of disappointment.
life moves forward
that we may attune to lunar
the hollow bones side
to flow seeing
from a great distance what could
be a call
in the middle of night. moving
the occasionally harassed. to attack the obvious
in everything, signals
the need for beholder window.
ledges, power poles
alert to the good use of clear seeing,
soar and an instinct to attack or shred.