an accident with teeth

I bit through the apple
I bit through the dough
I bit through my finger
I bit through your faces
I bit through your names
I bit through your demographic
your condemnations
your sounds in the moment
I bit through all of you
 and all of me
again and again
finding the gold purity
of discovery
and escape
flooding my self
with my self
to endure the birthing
of life and death, of no longer anthropomorphizing
my own heartbeat
but saying
Oh
I bite
have bitten
will bite
louder than the bark
of 30 years
long enough sense for saplings to grow strong
but they have no memory of planting
no sense of past
fragility
they won't
want
old birds
I will nest
in the branches you have dropped
in my awn
awld
twigs
I'll nest
I'll cuckoo
replace myself
with myself
I'll be
at the end
the egg
the root
I never
could

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All the winds that blow
can't shake my hand
from my trunk
can't rattle

all the birds

from my branches

all the rains

can't cry

my last
 leaf

I'll shimmer and sigh
a song of asteroids
 barren then bejeweled
then barren again

I'll reach to each of you
in turn
and prime
and offer

into eternity
a promise

of a new leaf

I'll cry

for all the flowers
unbeed

let's

make honey

to the sunshine

to the final day

I'll bite you

and the milky way

I'll swallow

with every star

your name

because you said

yes

10 attacks on truth

With my eyes closed and right palm pressed to my brow and bridge of my nose

there is a double negative

to let the light in

from other days

those days though what are they, haven't they traveled as long as I 

aren't we companions, all these days

why should they float wraithlike above me

or haunt behind or beckon ahead

why are we not infinitely deep

together

I have never remembered any light

it must stop with me

I must be the end of all light

the horizon of events

I pass through

I have never been any 

but death

and dying

how should I distinguish

the death of moments

from the death of all

All our revelations

are of those truths we tell ourselves in mudra repetition

wringing our hands

while other stories move our tongues

what poetry turns out our digestion

what song reveals our flaming dragon disease

breathing fire from colon to comma

destroying the towers 

my build of bricks

until I speak your truth

because it is no different

until I reach 

without permission

into your heart

blood salvation

each pursuit each obsession each turn of a page each new mouth

kisses and forgets

sucks itself

wishes for other words

the world we inhabit is so small

and the edges 

are poems

blake and beckett both found truth

in shit

the undigested flower 

is not worth praise

when I regret 

it is not missed action

but lost attention

that a particular shape of pouted lip 

or sigh 

was not forever watched

impossibly 

and regret of the impossible

is not regret at all

but resentment

what else is memory 

but returned mail

so the poems continue

with birds or windows, with the unnamed you, with the battlecry of longing, with lies on lies

I have no singularity

no window to a sole thing

no illusion

but desire

desire

a hungry ghost

a phantom pain

a scar fading

a falling drop of venom

my watchword is "no"

and love has come out of it

I am so sure death will not come for me

that I wait 

whole seconds 

to devour my love