nietzsche

ground chuck.

mother's egg
blue
brain freeze
another stitch is met
amputee soliloquy
these fingers were made to kill.

lip and little boy
a coy and mild sky
the rabbits line up to feed
tiny toes and baby ears
the grass is redder here
nobody screams hello.

follow the broken shells
the blood is
dried
pink skin
is raw
and the moth
has lost
his flame.

mother's tongue
on robin song
these monsters
don't have to crawl.
i met you
once
here,
sewn and scarred
between the eyes.
i patted your head
and tucked you in
now i feed you
dreamside birdseed
and watch you try to fly.

ilittle boy
ground chuck
you seem to have lost your shine
so pink and wet on the butcher's slab
now the year's set to stale.

i carved you here
a target
ten paces
told you
butterflies, yes
and reindeer, yes
and gumdrops, surely too.
watched you there
shy and striped
the others little pigs
to your hidden wolf.

mother's egg
so ripe and nubile
come sit upon a stump
we shall count the leaves
and burn the hours
nobody can hear us now.

you asked where do
the feathers
go?
to blanket the dead
i replied.
so when, years later
you would sleep goose down
my words would nest inside your cheek.

follow the broken shells
and follow the bumble bees
follow the tiny voles
and follow the pine
needles
and untie
those dirty boy shoes.

lip and tongue i licked
you chattered
polygon chambers
drowned rat spectators
the leather is sticky
and i am parched.

mother's egg
bird cage fail
i took all that came.
you asked why can't
i know your room?
i replied
i do not eat where i sleep.

sun bursts liquid papertrails
i traced all through the morn
and when stars fell
i bagged them up
and warned them not to scream.

little boy
black eye
the clocks shall reveal all.
little boy
blue mouth
the numbers so insignificant and cold.
little boy
red skin
the worms shall know your taste.
little boy
pink bones
you will fill my pockets complete.

so i carved you here
and carved you there
and set the table for dessert
the mice were lain
the curtains drawn
the forks set side to side.
i devoured so fast
the drippings squared
each piece another tender prayer.
the grey so tart
the pink so lush
i almost forgot to breathe.

mother's tongue
so sticky and red
lip lick and paper smear.
i wash the counters
and dry the chairs
and sing my little boy to sleep
forevermore.

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