legless doom.

legless doom.
by shannon baker
there is a way of discovering.
(the animal surgeon cuts apart
while
the rest only
cut open.)
by
&by
the glitter-hands of other people will
pollute your mainline and this
will inspire
a caravan of hopeless
needle-trees with wide open cavities they want
to enhance your memories
they want to give you things
you’ll realize you always wanted
once you get them.
it seemed less dangerous
but cruise-control bellybuttons in the darkfoot-friendship
always did.
and although you thought you’d be
holding tongues with a miracle face by now
that
did not coincide
with the forgetful lightbombs
glued to the sky
they
will guide us
unless
you ask questions.
we so lightly covered
with (red&kneading) fist-shaped
conversation holes
which
thrust and unthrust
all ways without
the tremble-worry
of eviction.
eventually this behavior
will catch up with us
will catch
our
careful (lie to let the love out)
brainwave milking
machines.
&&finally:
expensive cars drip
microbes from their tailpipes
because
beneath the bed
you promised
and i promised not
to take you
seriously.