an alien poem: “Veering”


Lizard orgy.
Seep. Seep.
Many heads turning over
and over. Seep.
The planet unwifes me.
I am cheap on the foam of night.
The many heads turn over to sing:

I went to see the dead man bleed
but couldn’t find the balcony

I went there seeping
and the many heads
turned on me.

A blaze-blue branch
dips the heads
into silver
& they converge.
The night is on them
& the space is great.

It all does nothing but seep.
It unwifes me.
It unwifes me.
Unwifes me like a slid-in skin. Unwifes me. Unwifes me.


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