"do something with this?" Seula 15.11.010

these avoidances, swerves in the road
it saved us pain, the decoction of your pulp, to swallow a sinkstone
pump
the break
unbolt and jump the sidewalk
counterweigh the scabsmear across your forehead
your turpitudinous pools
bloodbubbles swell,
blue,
from your nostrils
flares tattered

"did something with that" Jiva 23.09.011

mind's un-weight
bent, battered soliloquiescent concubine
beats, harps unharmed
unnamed
untamed in time, time, thyme
seasalt blues and age, age
for the malarkiest
overlord's oligarchy
an eye-- my breath garlicky--
fucking cracks your hotspittled
brain
in twain, in two
slick sips-- poor saps-- we slip
irreproachably, unapproachably further
into
our own glooms.