Head half-calfed

He is touching me with gloves on saying,

What nest do you want

Or meaning-

Musically speaking,

Milkwise,

That purity is a place where

Dead people talk in

Hushed agreement

Remembering the bodies of

their children,

Remembering the 6 in white,

4 in pale blue

Scolding the road lines

That themselves, became road colored

And laid there,

Like the father

After killing the mother and then turning the gun on himself

Chaptering the town with lack

Remembering that to write,

You need to have a

way out

Like seeds know to

Abandon fruit

And while the hands are running

Up or down

Wrinklingly, carressingly

rubbered

Up or down, I am knowing

Before anyone does the telling,

That its the audience that ends

with the story

with the touching

with the blue

with the question

with the patrol

with the lazy

with the answer

with the as close as

with the cousin

with the tomb

with the extension

with the cream-faced gallon

with the list dealer

with the time timer

with the aquarium flow of your green body

When the listener goes away