My moth child lost a coin toss
Ate dirt almost
Almost almost
I wheel my larva down the hill
Down the hill down the hill
on wheels one hundred and four degrees
Almost almost
I wheel my larva down the hill
Down the hill down the hill
on wheels one hundred and four degrees
pressure past the point of flight
Goodnight until
Goodnight until
the morning exams
She wears her Saturday on Sunday still
Coffin brown packaged socks
Plastic bagged my shoes she wore
A Berlin ring for Chinese tubes
An A-line valve, a loosened gown,
a needle pricking at the skin on roads
where blood forgets to thin and dagger teeth
the angels grin
The alarms don’t care when they go off
And off they go and off and off
Kai Sri Krishna the C word sings
Then pops a pill and rides a wave, a train,
The alarms don’t care when they go off
And off they go and off and off
Kai Sri Krishna the C word sings
Then pops a pill and rides a wave, a train,
the last ship out of here
Radhe radhe, the 19th strain
The moth child’s wings have been clipped
And filmed and framed
And framed and filmed
The swallow paints along her nails,
Radhe radhe, the 19th strain
The moth child’s wings have been clipped
And filmed and framed
And framed and filmed
The swallow paints along her nails,
twists her hair in long dark waves
Pretty girl you’re outta here
Outta here,
until until.
Pretty girl you’re outta here
Outta here,
until until.
- E.P.
May 17, 2021
