(untitled series)
			

			
			sometimes the beatings leave 
			me barely able to breathe sweat 
			covered or dismembered cast 
			upon a beach my view curtailed 
			by gloom during these last days 
			whereas each scene with its own 
			base tone a droning catches me 
			for one more pained rendering
 
			
			among the rain of jacaranda 
			blossoms a slow release now 
			that it doesn't matter any more 
			just to get ready for the dissolving 
			wall in between or worked into 
			the lining their suffering at being 
			in this world that remembers 
			nothing having forgotten to stay 
			fixed upon those silent notes
 
			
			formed into a triangle of flesh 
			that presides over a broad scene 
			the skull a spider in outline 
			my old feet feeling their way 
			through accumulations of dust 
			and trash left over from the 
			wedding reception
 
			
			our ways of doing things such 
			as cleaning the figurines or 
			her feverish forehead before 
			I could take on that small 
			wooden toy of a hippo with 
			its great belly and go back 
			to the moon's pleasures
 
			
			but launched on the tide so 
			the regular extrusion of 
			evidence that the aurora 
			borealis or German under 
			a blanket entranced beyond 
			the arbitrary but ancient 
			edges of a person through 
			simple gestures of concern
 
			
			just a defense of the dark 
			kingdom animal rights 
			not even to be magnified 
			under the shifting lenses 
			revamped to continue its 
			course because their toxic 
			words too far removed
 
			
			those who know whereas 
			an entire fabric of grass 
			sky and cold mechanisms 
			heaped up in a warehouse 
			saves those intermediate 
			steps I'm not quite certain 
			how to get through my 
			portion without gouging