An incomplete of the picture a man turning into
a lizard. i deem red meat. disfiguration of human
to meat, a potential meal. no i won't. that thought
coming clean into a time after midnight i awoke
to a burn in the throat. thinking was screaming.
a visible tiredness. not visible more and grate
of sand. better you'd think to remove the post.

i don't know i say
this with all honesty
what word will come
next except there are
certain pressures to
be dealt with you see
maybe your fixation
with horror films my
addiction to sugar
cubes lies that will
proliferate i'm better
at it now i make poems
on the run before i get
too self conscious or
notice the sappiness
and even this is not
true but you are not
have not ever i guess
been in the same blue
thought "we" inhabited
though i should never
have tried to guess that
was my downfall because
imagination takes over
from guessing don't
i know it yes i do

NOT ALWAYS

if the amor of words fertilizes
even dust voles skin shimmers and
light frequents ease in mouths eyes
polishing marburg glass monoliths
propositions if only on the lips
are ifs memoirs you know how says
can shatter body sense sets a time
less box for gradual hollowed out
ness where stuck in the badlands
he still delivers hole alarms on
your inept blunder buss amnesias
whole dead Bekaa Valleys to be re
trieved a carp thrusts rubric of
word mines blown up in the I cased
members down vortexts of narrows
compulsory fractures turned words
sinks love objects thick punches of
didn'ts spells emptying out eyes

--- I don't think so... PJ Harvey