RiRi, Run

The smallest hollow of the earth will take on all meaning   now owls folded into the skin and have clichés  for eyes for eyes you have razors you  have rosehips for eyes for eyes you have emeralds       you have ruts for eyes for seeing you have    crescents rolling hits landing in lipstick lips tipping      the ground apocalyptic hip switch I mean if enough  of us do this fickle wisp with yesterday strict          to the island capitalism we might not even need the revolution

                                                         I too wonder

what   it’s like           to colonize ourselves     I too get lighthearted   and belligerent in the      hinged swoop of twelve midnight      and haven’t been pinned down right       since I provoked him to drown the     priests to break the curse what a fool!         now the bleached water waits to eat the  West and foam lethargic on golden feet and the    feet that wish to be ionic nickels become the  crooked will of approach so rich so beautiful          so broken won’t you perform the crevice again the slick     part the yes yes lesson the burrow borough the part where our exemptions        show