COCKATRICE

COCKATRICE

cobble gazed

stare orbs,

roam, full,

gut my

weasel skin.

EVER'THING

EVER'THING

languish, you say,

cobble tongued,

a cancellation upright—

:;:

screen blind, daft,

awaiting a second's

hand to crack the

geologic emptiness

of the dry and

imagined swimming

pool.