The body burns its own flesh back to blazes.
So near the fire, I’m cold. Elaborate:
Drawn down from heaven, what touch mesmerizes?

1. A mother’s lifelong rage. The slow burn
of a wire behind an old house wall, its paper
ornamental to the last, going

Eugene would say, "Someone died . Time to redecorate."
Everything we owned was secondhand.
We needed to move. We were running out of space.

First, you take leave of your senses.
Then, you lose your mind
to wonder. Split the difference:

Neck pulled back. Wrists tied. Weight pops
shoulder from socket. All disjunction.
So many Judgment Days. Hell absorbs us

And consider the way they are always in progress.
Even after centuries; the way they hide
The speaker but not the voice. The sound

This is the beginning .
Almost anything can happen.

I think I know what he would say
about the dream I had last night
in which my nose was lopped off in a sword fight,

It’s a story as famous as the three little pigs:
one evening a man says he is going out for cigarettes,
closes the door behind him and is never heard from again,

I wish my head to appear perfectly round 
and since the canvas should be of epic dimensions, 
please trace the circle with a frisbee,