kingsoftrain

In the nightmare, the bee is a light bulb touched by everyone.

Named animals have seen my body.

I don’t have to take this further, 
but I’m drunk.

Heaven a search party for the stinger of god.

I count the same money and think of my body. I send to a stranger a TikTok of a man crushing dried insects with a red rolling pin. I don’t watch anything anymore that requires sound. The last scream I heard was god’s and I named it god. The stranger messages me twice that they recognize the man. A lonely world, but for kids.

I smoke a joint. 
Lean 
on a horse.

See 
a ghost
see 
my brother.

Death regrets
thinking
on death. Some 

lose babies
to weather
to avoid
violence. Our baby talk

mutes

field recordings
of creatures
taming god.

In a bored 
country
ambulance, a shoemaker

guesses 
your OnlyFans

password. 
Cracks an egg 
on the knee 
of an angel.

I told the older kids it was in my ear. They shook me a few times and took turns looking. I rubbed my jaw as if to mark myself removed from the tender convincing of permanence. To each other, even now, they describe the wasp. Death makes god last longer.

A violinist puts a knife to the neck of a doll. 
Stop drinking.

Teach the baby to suck in its stomach. Go bitemark bald to the burning of tire swings. Pretend you can be nostalgic in America. Do this by having at all times handfuls of woozy spiders that prevent you from making guns of your hands. Do this by drinking. I wasn’t worried but then my phone started working in a dream. In heaven, every mirror is an exit wound.  

I can count on my teeth the number of your teeth gone soft in the knees of boys. There’s nothing you could’ve done to make me beautiful. The ghost of body image believes in one ghost. We’re all too young but see anyway the unfinished angel blowing on the stomach of christ. Mother from her father wants only the pea behind his eye. Distance is clickbait for god.

The hurt horse beats to the lake a delirious deer. Leave the deer out. Let it change color. Let the horse fill with mud so that when its neck breaks the neck of mud also breaks. Raise a frog an arthritic god. Scarecrow, crucifix, body bag. I laugh in church and in the motherless church of war. Brevity’s longest male. Meal. Male.