eternity is just a room

without

verbs.     garden of
gangrene

with an iguana

prince, 
torrential

with

new ores.     I’m
hallucinating

cliffs again.     empires

of pavement.
condition,

ingested.     radio-

active highway
night.     dogs

before

anthems.     smelling
my own teeth.

the way

a loose gate
opens or

a hoof decays,

that is
the perpendicular

glimmer.

what roar do I need
to bow to,

what

goon with a hatchet?
I wish now

to quantify the elk.

behold
the trembling

pilgrim,

coil 
of golden

cyphers.     meanwhile

AI mishaps
inside my sneakers.

Brazilian finger

knots.     fusion soon
but the cost?     O those

dried-gum clichés

I’ve uploaded
to the ether.

a Mississippi River full-

bore
self-pity.     full moon

desiccated

as a gator’s egg.     if
I could I’d brag hard

about that first

breath
out of mama’s

tummy.

baby wailing nothing
but human gospel.     all

the fabulous lip-

sticks
of the age

now

property of the throat.