Rest

spare and bloody raw this throne
agony so wide it's all I've known
a singularity that I call home
where my pain and I can nest
and build a graveyard all our own
— I will learn to rest
if it so happens when I am only bones
at least it's in the West



like a Maslow's hierarchy of base desires
spring sets minds and souls afire
love and hope's new blossoming
deaf to cluster bombs and suffering
rude and brash and pre-forgiven
love is the meter of new life's rhythms



systems words and overcomplicated notions
twist up and reform into puzzles and potions
Games: My substratum and cryptography.
enjoy the tangled webs I've weaved,
I've practiced plenty but I don't deceive
yet holy math and honest poetry
are consistent victims of philosophy



O first life of true north's southernmost reach
my afghanistan lookalike montane steppe/former beach
people drive through with no second glance
we live for the wind and the sun and we dance
with particles and waves and materials energetic
our uneven tempo the big booms kinetic
we also do lightning and stellar events
and our green chile's the finest of all condiments
now don't drink the water unless you need light
if you do your piss will glow green at night
there's all kinds of folks out here you betcha
even queer nonbinaries who wear cardigan sweaters



No. He won't stop climbing on the desk
the sill is where the sirens dwell
No. He won't give it any rest
this enormous furry carnivore
he saved my life for lack of care
when no curse was left to swear
my shattered life he repaired
No. He's the everlovin' best.