2 Poems

Watch me, I can disappear

as a moon through your bedroom door,

as flickering features

in half-light super-8

against the wall,

paper we peeled and left to lie,

plaster all moonlike and crushed

through your bedroom window,

I hung from the tree there, once,

legs round a branch and blood

pulled to forehead, and you

called me names until the moon

blinked again, watch me

as I light a crater

and sleep into the sky.

Purple flaming cloth blistering skin under plastic

wrap, ink, evaporate into flared nostrils,

bloodstream, turn black and flow a dead

sea, salt sear scarred flesh, my knees melt

into the floor where the guests

dance and lie and writhe and drink

of my essence so I become the body of us, and we tower

over humanity’s creations, a slow concrete beast

crawling down the main street, a trail of civilizations

left behind, pottery smashed, yeast sleeping in ancient clay,

waiting for the clouds, we drink of the collective

broth bubbling among our followers, hands raised

to the sky which is me which is we

and we cast our dice into the crowds,

screams rise us above the clouds,

screams below rise screams into floods,

the Earth is rotten, your body is rotten,

we will be your salvation, can you feel us building in

your throat, unhinge your jaw and spew us onto

the brown carpet, it will hide the stains,

your hair will be thick with the smell of our black ink

and blistered skin, hide it under plastic wrap, your pain is

clouded, feel us no longer in you, feel your cords now in us and

crawl down the main street with us,

cast your dice with us,

tower over humanity with us

my beautiful child.