Sanctum

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 

You 

And that

You

 

can be 

The light in the room

In lieu of power and 

Rage 

Or for exploding:

Love and shout 

A toast to self 

 

Just the beautiful Your

Reality 

Of that

Which is humanly

And truly 

ocean-deep,

It draws jeers 

And tears all the same-

did you know

that

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.