Routine            

I whisper my screams in your ear
Yet you smile-wave your hand-walk out
of your clothes and they float
leaving behind a void-shaped like you

I hold you in my arms and kiss your eyes
and when my eyes are opened
I am lost

A mound of red clay and an wooden wheel
arrest my gaze and I wrest the potrait
it stares back at me-in its momentous whiteness
I wait with forced patience
My tears have burnt my truth
I am the new moon with craters-
dead volacanoes-deaf deserts
The sands of time are trapped
I am a fly buzzing over stale meat

you tunnel your way out to daylight-
dizzy with rhapsody and rudimentary knowledge
of the inverted pyramid
with you at both ends. [/font]