Moth holds my tongue
I try to say some words
So you wouldn’t build new house
But I choke on wings
Wolf with no fangs cries
Got too high from false pride
Wish for mouthful of knives
Painted tin roofs flood
Follow trail of fallen currents
In puddles will be reflecting sun
She was my best friend
But the ocean wanted a new lover
Now she is drowned in whitecaps
And all the fish sing to her as queen
He says “at the bottom line, tomorrow”
Asking for a name, he swallows
“John”
Southwest point at blank beach
Rode a horse in made-up mind
Instead, drove car to unrealized future
I wish I had your picture
So I knew the face of my brother
Asked but nothing happened for me
A girl trapped in fixed patterns
Warnings were given, yet patterns an easy make
Red and brown with black, no way to step back
This hour is the last chance to call
You’ve written down all names
Memorized steps to summon demons
Gone for too long, you trip
Walk away from all
Found your way in woods
I can let him claim serpents
He can ride on stomachs during cloudy days
But sun can never show dulled gold
Smell of grandparents’ attic reclaims
Though I am not upstairs
I can see all these molding top hats
Watch me drink summertime clouds
Use no straw climb those shifting bluffs
With full body I recall taste
Stumbling in hayfields
Pretending peasantry I lie
I know it is I, king’s murderer
Walk backwards on cloudy beach
Turn eyes but never feet
Get found in drifting seaweed
Trapped animals feed from ribbons
Tied to trees with no feelings
It was told from island in lake
Men with no face
Hunt during daylight
Claiming children who laugh
Don’t forget to pause
And have a smile
At all the unbroken graves