nimble toed ballerina, loitering wasp
mask of yellow and black
dancing, on a leash of spider's cotton
tugging it gently to teaze her, sinking deeper into her woven mattress.
a final grin rinsed in lace, humming and twirling.
a star too bright gone opaque and placed in a jar.
dust in a cup.

an oblique landscape, ambient honks from large white fowl surround my inner ear,
blinking clouds puff smoke and drip oil,
animals feast on eachother, babbling organs.
a car in reverse in a sinking hole.
great iron towers stretching out like arms into the forests
in a million different directions.
carbon totem.

the study of the affects of longterm induced trance,
finding several species within yourself.
silently gawking at wrongdoing, machine-like people.
black mask.
the moon
crumbled paper.

the six colored eye.
an ornament covered in waxy blue scuffs from being kicked
with frosted shoes carried is weapon into the clouds.
the earth above him.
a wasp in heat, the pulse of her sagging breasts
heart beating through her stinger aimed at my heart.
carry me into other homes
of spiders,
carry me as heavy as i am
into a bevy of dancing moths.
into a human hand.
sooty black cauldren, birdland.
a girl called mars
golden, flea bitten
attacking her skin unconciously
sippingat water with drugs in it.
curiously placed by her infant brother.
pale caloused hand.

-zachary eve