Kathradical

So and so reached a record high

Look those are cumulus clouds

If my love is in a funk, so am I

The rainforest receded

before I got to see it

I bought watermelon chunks

and spat the seeds into the trash

See there’s no canopy

Street thick with narrators

leech moonlight.

Asleep little benches,

upright in the snow.

In time I graduated

past sacrifice & shrunk into

the hollows of my life.

Taverns mothered me.

Dandruff chipped my forehead

to dust, starring the barroom floor.

I stepped away from the center, from

the sheath dress, chewing down

an olive — a girl, maybe twenty,

raising her arms to be recalled.

She needs no mirror. Pale

in the throng of the possible.

The people will see her!

The people will violate

and hogtie & make her a star!

Nothing bad ever happened to me.

I wished on every eyelash

The mind, all seeing

firehouse, combs its strobes for sickness.

After you are dead, perfect and sainted,

your tears will be anomalies

under glass.

Your body belongs to the flames

and feel beyond the seasons—

Robotic life psychotic life

all kinds of days later remain

Oh bat boned mother of longing

I don’t want to fall into the music