Did you know your 

Inner words your 

swirling sentences 

That they can

they can

steam up


steam up your sockets

That they can light up 


And that



can be 

The light in the room

In lieu of power and 


Or for exploding:

Love and shout 

A toast to self 


Just the beautiful Your


Of that

Which is humanly

And truly 


It draws jeers 

And tears all the same-

did you know


I hear my heavy pulse like “rum,” like a thunder debate.
And of course, I smoke. I smoke thickly with my feet crossed,
Linoleum floors, creaking old dogs pacing ruts in the floor
Click the beat of the clock, of my thrum confused by
Its question: how did I get to sitting on this floor,
In the half-dark, with myself and a small glass and other heads,
A dog, a hand over mine like a prayer for a quilt being
Answered and since I smell like bonfire,
And there are not nine cinders in my hair like a
Tarot, Pentacles,
The Devil
The devil isn’t in a clean white bed at the top of the stairs
room down, In this empty house we cluster,
dogs digging trenches and jewels glowing through the floor.