words keep me to gather

words keep me 2 gather the sky tears apart in patches, a cold
front coming they say. every so often

a vulture reflects in the screen. otherwise
it's lonely as the inside of yr eye where

the blue retracts into deeper shades.
part time means i don't ever feel

exposed. your name becomes a new metal,
gangrene follies tried on before borscht.

there's hunger in your cough, a decongested
buzz like hives emptied of workers. you feel

the leftover vibratos of absent violins. it's
almost digital. storage and sortage and car bomb

realized. the four two zero accounts. a pastiche
of lap dances everyone watches, except the one

who pays for it. the receipts paying over and over
in this is what i ams. insert the dashes where sprinkling

seems neccesary as salt. remember the volta river
whtever its name, sporing mayflies thru the radiation

sickness? the way you contracted aids
or it's equivalent. the place in spacetime a reality

where nametags become redundant. call me jello, i'll call
you fellow. traveler. you. refugee on the road to home.