INTERNATIONAL RUB DUB from They are Riddles, Lady, So Forget the Others

From Void an Image bleats drools scorches

hands and cracking over me my skin muscle and bone mashed to blobber

(aching melodies up and down the chalky road then spreads over the Fields of Ribs)

Pay your fat + fee and leave out – She spies my car and giggles toward it

— her knotted rope back to the Apollonian Wheel She studies her own myth – not mine, nary, no. There is no there –

VOID

Butte…