look both ways

before the seam crosses you 
& you find yourself 
inside a plum. i cut my wrists 
& owls came out. they follow me still
looking down from broken-neck trees.
the road comes like an unraveled spool.
deer ghosts lurking & waiting to jump.
once, a giant came & crushed
this path into the earth. now we have
tractor trailers. now we have 
stoplights that grow like wild berries.
i pluck a red "stop" & my stomach
turns into an airplane. there is no where
to rest anymore. every the library has
a dragon you must come to feed.
do you remembeer when love was easy?
i want another first. something without legs.
the plum sounds like a balloon from the inside.
i might as well throw caution 
into a boiling pot with the lobster.
crustacean poetry is incredibly morbid.
the blue crabs say, "remember you are dust."
let's get married in the church built from skulls.
a beetle crawls out my mouth &
i debate whether or not i should kill it.
the cars come faster than they should.
i ask one who is in a hurry, "do you want me
to die?" of course they do. that's what
this whole bowl of noodles is about.
trying not to die. trying so hard 
not to die. looking both ways again
& again. a pterodactyl in the front lawn.
who is going to go out & tell it to shoo?
putting on the steel toe boots to kick 
at the ankles of the big trucks. a man 
smoking a whole pack one by one.
the road is growing another lane this year.
deers forget which ones of them are spirits 
& which ones are flesh & blood.