stuttering tape deck
from the Larva Cultists

i turn off the switch
to the motion detecting light
still slowly
step outside
for a cigarette

and there is my neighbor
outside
washing a 15 x 5 foot row
of crushed aluminum cans
its like a bolt of sequence has been rolled out

i walk to the fence
and ask her whats she’s doing

“getting paid”
she replies

and there is the near full moon
like some crystal ball

able to create moss
stable a pier and beam
return a day bed to the store

able to project your death
play it like some blimp would

able to get you outside
at all

at the stove
i begin to cough
because tomorrow’s meal is out there
and even a hungry pumpkin
can express that

again
and again
the mice destroy the basil

all day inside the city
kids toss gallons of office water
up the parking garage
rows of eyes thinking well so
smart in the back corners of our mouths
and play scapes
charged so you can’t think straight

i sat to remember it all nite

i don’t remember if i wrote about the gorillas
i stabbed with a homemade screwdriver
up in this athletes treehouse

in 1886 i peed on rocks
and was charged an arm socket
when 100 stars
were covered by a cloud

seaweed ceilings
i was invisible all month
until i finally had to eat

i swear

drinkings the only thing

around here

thats gonna keep me sane