alone in the green room sipping kombucha. alone in the city the cellophane quiver. alone in the green room a suitcase of water. alone in the bathroom calling my mother, the fall of the west the green room surrounded with xmas tree lights that blink in a pattern disturbed by the intermittent burnout of power, the commas continue and rivet for miles, across from the creek and beyond the river, prime the engine and pull the generator and the flashbulbs break & THE SERPENT IS THERE suspended in air. alone in the green room I sing an enclosure, the inside of the cat like a pie full of meat, barbed wire atop the chainlink the suspended human fingers and chipmunk appendages, an empire conceived via what is dug in a trench and built and concealed. alone in the aquaduct the basin arcade. alone in the green room between fuct and knotted. alone in the green room the umbilical carpet littered with cannabis ashes sucking sneakers and ankles sucks the knees they see legs through the ceiling in the supply chain quadrant indexed to approximate demand of the town to traffic the rational green room sewed in seats and lung and sequined song and siphoning gas SUCK & SPIT & COUGH cough alone in the green room the eisenhower highway the programmed mourning the cigarette coffee the shredded wheat, standing in the yard with a bathrobe & your visible breath & the hounds circle round & a city designed with violence in mind. alone in the green room greening the sheets for the next guest in attendance in the vapor of days it is nice to meet you go fuck yourself. the green room designed with optimal acoustics upon which doves hover before they spiral and fall. alone in the green room I hold in my friends alone, I hold it all in like an aquarium filter or the calcium deposits or shit or stretchmarks on a freshly laid particularly belabored egg. the mouse feces littered the counter and the bags of rice, there is no way out so I hold them in, I hold in Kina and myself and our creatures and varying fluids that fill my gut. alone in my green room I withhold my jaw: this is called a mechanism of control. alone in the green room before the performance. alone in the green room after the performance. alone in the green room during the performance.

end exchange of beer to LUNGBODYBIRTH a hair arising within the surface the worms swim in light like petals in water & end exchange a SLUGINMYEAR to turn under move a light the redbeaded flesh against the variegated earth unbelievable in its varietal fungus a FUGUESTATESKY a fernlike sentence end exchange my ring finger grips the aluminum sweat the appendage commingled with condensing moisture the cellular fingers touch the towers & touch the cracks in the earth pulsate momentarily & disappear behind my EYETHEFOREST of red swallows itself a blanket of milk that bears bodies a furry star a chainlink interwoven when I shut my eyes I think of infrastructure & the centuries that align with creases in the earth the cats running thru snow both ORIGINARYANDNOT return me to the version of my body that is an iron-wrought structure waxed in various FORMSOFFEELING and discarded red scarves that create their own gravities beyond the apex the wayback gear of gars & snowy fauna turn over turn under