billyfivecrows

milkbath

White on white, breathe.
Nostrils where the nipples
Should be, feed.

The puzzle is something
Subtle: two islands
Inbetween soft iron, a

Piano dipped in butter, a
Boulder in the mouth
Of Joseph, a knitted

Twine, now, a blanket
Proximity, the true depth
A melted pearl, ankle high.

(Hateful lord, the hunter
Of children, the porcelain
Of birth remains. Drink

Coffee, count stars, tune
The ambulance with a
Sleepy brain. It's yours

I learn, the leisure
Of soaking, thighs
Like syringe, chest

Rebuilt with precision
Of divining whim. I
Touch my chin with

My ankle. There's a
Magician who's starving.
It's not a trick, you

See? Just elasticity.
Should I pull back
The bed from the

Wall? Who's naked

When needed? Thats' all

A candle

In the sunlight...)