Revelations

Me
Turned my face to you
like a sunflower
that yellow seedy mood
grabbing handless
in the green
the shoddy half-light

My Tongue
(played by a recurring dream)
You’ll find me petaled
at the edges
harbinger of sucking
nerves the cheeks, too,
suctioned into hills
local insult
keratosis
traverse that linea alba
along the bite line
you’ll find yourself
running across
the dunes of me

Encroaching Apocalypse
Am I exciting
to you? Suffering
isn’t just a cheek
bite, an aching leg.
Waterless you’ll toddle
along, losing all
your words.

Mugwort
Trying to reach
that lucid end
you inhale me deep
end up on a plane
that’s also a bus
feel some sweet
throat smoke
as factions emerge
and daily life shudders,
falls still. And then
the aerodynamic singsong
of that unrepentant ballet.
We gyrate in the nothing.
We can’t take it all with us,
not even the measliest sum.
And somewhere in the smokescreen sky
a rare bird takes its last flight

(Cut Line)
I heard that
plane coming fast
I heard and thought
it was coming for
me in the laundry room;
how lucky to have
no knowledge, to be struck
from above. I told you this
leaning over the toilet I was
sick with my intel
I cried

[Enter that gone baby the size of a lima bean]

Mother
(played by a rapidly cycling orb)
Those lima beans hated those lima beans
my Iowan mother my overcooker
my vegetables — mush, all

Baby
(played by hollow question mark)
I wasn’t even glimmer, wasn’t spark.
I know I formed
and faded in a week,
labored like a point
in time

Me
In bed I mat my hair into a net
In bed I mat my hair into a net
In bed I mat my hair into a net
the better to cast out with my dear


[the ozone layer descends upon the stage like a low-set fog]

Decohere

Me
(played by an inhaler)
Very much of a rush I feel the sudden
whooshing of airing
feeling like a nebula not
in a cute way the stars are old light
yeah yeah deja vu do you know
how long I’ve been on this planet
Everything dies which is literally
the most boring idea


Air
(played by all my exes simultaneously)
Remember that feel of clogging
seminal pipe throat furtive stoppage
of the glottal lot. Easy for you
to halt your breath for us.

Water
(appearing as himself)
They’re simply showing
that oxygenic
glitter.

[Actors decouple from coherent system]

Me
(played by a soliloquizing skinbag)
You didn’t make me actual
but you were there to observe
the event of my actualizing.

The phasing in of a self.

Yes I’m fairly certain
I am sure.
Yes I’m mostly feeling right
as rain or shine.
Will I ever know me
in my time. The root
of the word disaster is a star
coming apart. The root
of my collapsed breath
is still up in the air.
Offstage: Is that the line? Is that the line?