rocky headland of a bright

live face, tender hooked throat

this shaggy down these talons this crown

of more or less erect feathers this address

taut like a laundry line between substance

and medium, trying to remember a poem you say,

you’ll know it, it’s about

a chick who wants

this guy to come on her tits and he doesn’t really want to, she feels

upset about it, you say: it’s a really good poem

i’m like damn i dont know that one 
they insert their beaks into a slit

in an ostrich egg, to get at the interior

holding the shells between their mandibles,

i explain, in ancient cultures, trying to remember,

there were no male vultures 
stalking around the banned word “l * v *,” extracts from a more

rigorous dialogue, cheap and sentimental, like porn how

everybody’s always coming

so the narrative always culminates, knotted white

patterns of force, many symbols, an arc

of moveable acts, lessons at the end, a literalised recuperation

of the human spirit how trite and i

/… a prude for joy

call your dick the death drive, call myself a nuisance, looking at my phone

whisper        have i shown you this 
trying to remember, da vinci writes

he was in the cradle a vulture

blew thru and fucked him

in the mouth, with its tail, opening up: the future,

visions and deliria, tendencies, the problem

of flight, he was only a baby but it really happened

in a dream,

he later took to painting

but he never let it go, freud says,

because he wrote it down
dicks are not real        just a thing we have in dreams;

“phallus” is a dead currency                there is only “pants”

everyone wearing them feels         a will to power, great discomfort;

look up “etymology dick coma,” words do not

keep us from deeds

scrambled by unserious activity

the search history manufacturing

a backwards glance, the past is

a wish, compiled later

with purposive intent, being but

cerebral the body is a shortcut to a symbol,

if there are no male vultures, i’m trying to remember, o yea:

these birds stop in the midst of their flight, open their vagina

and are impregnated by the wind