I hate, I love.

 

  TREES SLASHED TREES SLASHED AND RAISED UP THE SKY IN SMOKE THE SKY IN SMOKE AND RAISED UP THE SKY AND RAISED UP THE SKY THE SKY ASH LINES THE SKY ASH LINES BRANCH THE SKY ASH LINES BRANCH OVER THE SKY BRANCH OVER THE SKY BRANCH NUDES NOTES NUDES NOTES HOSTILE PERFUME HOSTILE PERFUME DELIGHTFUL AND HOSTILE DELIGHTFUL AND HOSTILE FROM THE GROUND FOETUS BLIGHT CROWNS CROWNS THE SKY THE SKY THE MIND THE MIND THE BED THE BED THE RIGHTEOUS THE RIGHTEOUS.

 

  Eye’s down, Into the bowl the stomach pours   There is no script to this, The stomach pours and so does every part of me,   I watch, And there in the bowl love and beauty lay,   My fist sits neatly, And the scale falls further.

 

  Time is catching me I am fallen fighting -   To raise to breath, My, Self.   I cannot vanquish the staying high, Above,   All my energy is there I am told, A parasite perhaps, Or just a private room that escapes those who parole thee.   I am unaware, For I cannot see the fever fattening aside –   All I know is the single and violent chastity that I bare, Distinctly, Fashioning my weakness foul and blind.