knock me until i billow or bust. a brick
is a portal if hurled at the right mouth.
the gargoyles tell me a joke about
a boy who thought he could ride the stray horse.
the horse was a graveyard. construction trucks
dig up the street looking for an entrance
to hell. i say, "i have found it."
laying on my back & letting the grass grow wild
& full of spearmint bushes. i wear my skin
like a shaw. crave something shiny & beautiufl.
shop online until the moon is static & fading.
gods, asleep in their arm chairs. i try to laugh it off.