Mama's New Bakery

happy Birds flying

where do you hide, how do you hide?

one for the eyes and one between

certain happy songs of slaughter gliding

as moonlight slips through fingers

touch my shoulders touch my waist

waste me down and hoist your flag

between you and between i

one-winged children fly.

lions sleep tigers sleep and their ghosts sleep and the Orion sleeps too

it's a city

and it's a circumference

and it's Pygmalion

and it's onions that cry for crocodiles

and it's trains that cry for stations

and it's bronze horses that cry when the moon is sad

and it's a circus that's almost alive

and it's my cock between your tits

and it's a bullet for Camus, Albert Camus

and it's ants marching in antly poise before 

the creatures that lurk and prowl within you and without me

jump out of the shadows.

you see, that's how things run

around people

and people run

around more people

and i'm too tired

to write my golden words for the souls of old trees

winter gathers in cracks and creeks

soldiers gun down sailors for the sea must float in blood

or else the king will be angry

and Orion will awake

and the ghosts will awake

and it's night

and Venus must rise from waters and dead moments 

and i must be there to snatch her girdle

it's all chalked out.

i don't know you.

you don't know me.

certain happy Birds dead 

where do you hide, how do you hide?