Oy

OY,
hollow men,
women they think
about, men they dream
about, hollowness that
entails.

OY,
wondering
of the wounded, auctioning
of the offered, gendering
of the neutered, continuity
that entails.

OY,
sallow fish, waters
they try, barking tides
they cry, hooks
of schoolmates sigh,
bubbling black
oils
on their tails.

Wished

Placing compass,
pebble,
capsize in the curved lurch–

somersault ever-forward,
fingering

dampening sand’s crumble,
the line.

Hard Seen Night

They came
red dark bursts
of flame
thirty-six letters spun living deeds
unloving pupils
bumbling tongues
their foundation—a high
mountainous host
of world-lent
reputation
built talk upon
silent song
blood-caked lashing purple
magnifying
the gaping electorate.

Bukbones bent, lending, aped,
insinuating after. Radiated
in a new million,
their mad-slick ears,
augur,
a tough intense.

And delights
in fevers
assembling unlawful
shawl hurt garment rung
tapestries kicked
sandal slung.

Frenzied
slither
broth pinked
outside a main
A graying lung.