Crevice-diving
pocket-watch.
The meal-worm glides
through jagged Earth.
His filter is the sun,
from science to sideways
he rides the tide of resistance.

Crater-laden
bedpan watchmen.
Drip do their words
on the whore's throat.
Painting eyes where a mouth should be.
Always fogging the rear-view mirror.

Alice-pursuant
able-antibodies.
Choke on the past
what strokes weren't made.
She'll dangle-tongue
slip into herself in the night.

Arrest-harvester
damaged-casket.
Had to wake her
rest is for the stricken.
Tongue glided through the crevice foretold.
Now I'm stuck in this eternal night, in such close quarters.

12/01/2011