WHAT KIND OF YOU AM I ?

On the porch in the derelict sun
like a hot fist behind afternoon clouds
gathering to test a cotton chin
against the East.
Morning like a crab in an orange
sleeping on a burning goliath
with an absent Mind…

Floating to the top of You.

Stillness like a coil of Valentines
Anesthetized.
Wound engines, purring in the Dark-
like passionate vipers
at a mirror
made of
venom

and dead
calm.

we poach the rivets
in our signals
with a noise.

and dim
symbols.