4. A WOOF OF THE HEART OUTLAWS ALL POWERFUL RHYTHMS

That woman there with cherry red lipstick lips
        chain-lock angel-hair pasta
            that face of idlewild seduction
                a sour liver      tin gods
                   in her sniffly facial orifices
                       as if her panties were up
            in a bunch
            her mini-skirt like royal bed sheets
the “Poison Tree” tattoo
        on her popsicle stick leg
(without the tree)       the cursive “Trevor”
tattoo on her left shoulder        
         her furrowed brow
    a hammerhead shark     a private exorcism      
                    organic disturbance walloped
                   this whiplash blues
                                      gives me her eyes
                  to watch them flame in my palms

& all I want is for the atmosphere to come
& get me
                a thunderclapping like seals
before The Big Bank explodes

                      You come to a point in life
where you think more about the sun
sinking below the horizon     
                  looking at it darkly
       how the clock can’t be shocked
                                      the brooding sounds
of your bones & their changing corridors
strangulated flowers growing along the crypt
       that you brush your fingers across
                                   the dreadful look
in the eyes of the Broken-hearted
their lifelines snipped       
                                          losing locality
       their subconscious retrospective eyes
like muted heroes in a bone-crushing finale
       their frail hearts pouring out to anyone
like the desert begging for a bucket of sand