the sieve and the sand

The familiar hum

Shines like some obstructed star

But I know its there.

mailed to maybe my baby’s death

            from his god

and i don’t condemn

and i don’t apologize for

            i can only hmmm:

i’m Him feeling cooked precisely here

chicken chopped perfectly
edible pieces of bone
sucking on a beak

some things sound better
in japanese verse

varicose veins of yore
extra flabby skin galore
jelly rolls all the more

others do not.

people talk of the neither-world
but they know not of who they speak
and then one night when all alone
comes one who flies from neither land

he’ll come into your bedroom and wake you
looking for his shadow or something like it

then walk to your bedpost and smile as he
offers you his hand and some fairy dust

of course you’ll buy in being as gullible as
you always are and then off you’ll fly to a

land neither beautiful, playful, nor infinitely
youthful. and you’ll long to return from your

flight to neitherneither land.

there’s gnomes there.