FÜR 6 HÄNDE

FÜR 6 HÄNDE

cold faced, you
swallow a smile,
you break off
an icicle, jagged
eyed, murderous in
your kindness, your
moth eaten faith.

some stranger faced
beast walks past,
and you brace,
wound up with
chill and friendly
malice, ghastly, fractured
but claiming the

whole of all,
a land you
have seen once,
before the snow
cloaked it, a
place to sow
teeth, should the
ground ever thaw.

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD [from the vault]

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD

your smile was devoid of edges,

all uniforms and marching orders

a tongue leading down into the

pit of your faith, to which doubt

has taught me how to crawl, where

i hold my breath, push away the

ghosts of your eyes and fall into—

god made a nothing / out of nothing.

MISTER DUCK (R&R) [from the vauit]

MISTER DUCK (R&R) [04/04/10]

you and me against the world / world about to end

by the neck, under netting,

you become our blustery best

abroad—an antic-frantic

anger, a guileless smile, the

scene-stealing wise-crack

ing, voice-cracking—never

as worldly as the wabbit,

but every bit as dangerous.

even when it's your blood,

red and Pollocked around

those whisperthin hostel walls,

a half a hostile world away,

before you settle your bill

back into place and slip back

into our dreams again.

JAPERY

JAPERY

countable and uncountable

that moon yap, tooth

paste white, given

over, liver felt—a

feared, that hollow

mock man, taken out

to smile in all

our places.