#8

my day
spent sweating
knots

the husk
of a walrus'
dick
on the tv

the clouds clip
my hair
rain and slap

children

they don't breathe

under water
like they used to
the sun sets
on a ship sinking

mountains and mountains and mountains of snow

the word
and
doesn't matter

just the snow
of phrases
sounding particular
skin itches
and sleeping
is breath

i ain't no
architect
trash man

fishing hook
caught
against
my skin