What do you know of breathlessness?
The heart pumped into a sore pulp – he named it his soft spot and treasured it for a long time, like a fool drunk on dead stars and botulin.
Enter the putrid punch of life!
Tonight the moon will burn cold over an eternity under the cover of darkness, a night as dark as blindness.
There is a divine, unspoken word in the dank, summer air tonight.
Remember when we tread like crazed men?
The glittering bank, the moth aflame?
The sky like vast, dark pools,
Bubbles, rumbles, boils over.
The bodily machinery aches, squeaks, and grinds to a halt.
Red leopard, you are most phantomlike of all.
Frenzied thirst, but flesh is flesh.
In the pallid, broken, unhealthful hours,
I find you breathing, heaving, Leopard of Dawn.
I am scared of that darkness – the waking hours the worst of all.
My belly is all knots for you,
My face red like an open wound.