Cut off fingers can not reach

For a dream better luck to forget

A pillowcase black hole overhead

Repeating who will tell them about

Left over sweat between two bodies

Angel’s with beaks, needled wings

Carved into the arms of homemade

Tar to veins and ambulances

Disguised as tunneled realms of light

Silence before the nod

Silence before breath

You don’t have to wait long

 

But in the bare breasted morning

birds are chirping over gutters

And the grass doesn’t yet smell

Of vomit and you smile right

Before paradise and Hell