In little sunrise of goblin eyes, I watch the coupling of the flies. Under waving trees and bumble bees I strain to amputate my knees.
With cockroach cutters made of mutton, My eyes gleam green as moss jade buttons. I will not wake from childish dreams – I cannot bear to catch the screams.
I cannot bear to catch the screams Of bugs impacting on windshield screens. I shave my tab with turquoise sickle, From its stub the fishes trickle.
My stunted fingers, piss-stained knuckles, Clogged with blood, start to buckle. Murdered turtles, mildew, moss, Dead pets in gardens – I’m the boss!
My smile is wide in seas of cider, Pull your teeth with geese and spiders, Cup these jaws in my hand, Make them jig in globs of sand.
I write these words to pass the time, And stay alive – two shaves and shine – And block out the sound of chickens’ wails, Defeathering them on beds of nails.