the trash kisser

they stiffen beneath crowns of willows, myrtle rags hanging off their blisters,

tourniquets of ruby slinking down their welted legs

two boys I used to watch play and undress

dead cats with barbed-wire combs or ice

skates: renal, fur, clot gliding across

banks of viscera soothe, freshly screamed

puddles glittering over all those tiles

of their cement playpen on White Island

now they are skinny with wind dinners, flint eyes milky under goat-fur scabs,

bound in chigger sheets of splendour carriage puss

one shouts my name my name warning

he can taste phlegm through the AC ducts, 

but that’s only my hive-lips snarling 

again, chapped from serrated bills, skin

flocks in gutter lakes, the other tickles

in his shit crib, lullabies breed in his neck

they tighten a serene flinch, their frigid veins make sounds like gold maracas, 

weed surrounding firs of royal vortices, splice quietness 

see, my chest organs are special yet

strange utensils, lab mice kept beneath

stern brackets, subdue discovery as they

devour their maze, allowing notes of filtered

kiss all the fretwork of my throat altar:

cold boys tend to light up within gland privilege 

now they are splintered with raw tubes, their sight returns as stomach acid,

voices flatten into chorded looms, wounds irregular

for Frank

bud light

this angel follows me down each level :: car rinds a burst in ash-lent pace

                            reflection he limps in puddle cement

no halo but scalp bald TV riffles :: no wings but clear pollen gunk pale 

                             wrap through pipeyards truck face 

in the true plaza I pick the hair off dog :: teeth of the center jiggles a cyst 

                          translucent maw comes the same part

avenues of narrow pegs wilt corners :: he detects the steel ruin core harbor

                          bark folds to escape his pausing melt

but this is not a resolution not climax :: full shards find windows to bristle

                           my fist realizes alloy of dog shivers

gaps please the metal prism and design :: soldering jaw warps a bud lit choir 

                        alone is cloud studded for mirage petals 

he traces my shadow across new bridges :: riversulk brown with plywood frogs 

                         long trees are red with savage confetti 

when I attend the Conduction he loses :: he is like a poached egg on the cords

                          closed wires attend to his splash form 

shallow night then attains bent weather :: flurry of breathplug skin chases

                          citric wing bites my itch and all decides