as yet unbroken

the conflict is disastrous
suicide the contingency plan
the work of this world is arbitrary
patience & sacrifice are the tricks
of the adversary
worse than this
the conflict is nonsensical
meaningless~not the element of passion
spoken~the lunar remains
unhealed~all the rules of family
create nothing
that is to be expected
we string our beads in different ways

the caryatid
blank spaced hearts
fickle with opium
spin past your
orbit, lunar child
your white breath is
warm like a nightgown
the cool water
as yet unbroken
in a march chill
all your ripples
hard with blood & cold
from the unseen
ghosts of your future

the blood cooks in you
quiet like the absinthe
in a castaway
you vow not to regret
anything

you can't decide: ceramic tiles piece
spinoza in a spinach bile-green
the room a treasured dome
toilet affixed apprehensive
shadow partners delaying sexuality
in a sea green tub
the metal snorkels penis & silver
rugged ridged like a stroker's motion
monotonous against spinoza

was this the perianal bridge
crossed into the cavern of a soap
sliver's memory? was this
idea yours?

I understand they've made absinthe legal again in the states. But they've taken out the active ingredient that gave you visions. Typical. What's the point of absinthe without the visions? What's the point of the artist's life without the visions? This wonderful and strange piece lurks in the beginning of the subconscious, wondering whether one can capture the real moment where you have kissed and it means everything.