Drinking My Whiskey Teeth In The Spiral Of An Unknown Maw

Drinking my whiskey teeth in the spiral of an unknown maw
Jumbled in my cups, where the thorns parade on ice
And gallons of faraway evaporate like an up close Eden…
My lungs full of aire and radioactive lovesongs
bejewelled in twilight… sink into me like a long groan
of quiet… choking on a scream that a paintbrush cannot fathom
nor my prayers recite.

The volume of my sphere, squaring off with my span of years.
Folding space into impractical toys; my rivets, clenched in redwood 
And forgotten things, purged by sleepless Time
On a pyre of inflammable
Pitards.