Until




until sky is like a breast popping out from a collar
held by horrible hands your hands
until slow death displays more distinct violence


until a dead drunk fiddle has just shed its feathers
until a bird flies into the snow-white structure of its own skull
a pair of fleshless orbits stare outside the window


staring wind twelve months' paralyzed blood
thick smoke in the fireplace always seems like the last time
blackening a horrible throat your throat


remembrance not remembering until transparent
another each flung broken-necked elsewhere
storm until the tiny storm-storing heart


use more distinct violence display slow death
this horrible rotting your rotting
like a zero with no exit


like a scream expanding its territory until tonight
tonight expanding its face out to the belly-tattooed ocean
sea given to a golden frame until


painless severer than headache
the entire sky a nail that can never be pulled
but is hammered home until this bird's head undyingly rots into thinking


until nobody can reach the finish
until the impossible always uses you to flood the finish
until slow death wakes you at midnight


wind twelve months' paralysed blood displays more distinct violence
until your head is the only horror
fleshless and snow-white until your mud splatters all over