lump eye

lump burns my empty
eye kitchen

the o’s insomniac
proportions stretched

bodies together
on two radio syllables

flare pricks
g’s long arm

sweating reeds
against his ribcage

damp pill surface
of a crayon sketch

fingers codeine the shade
of trickle morning down

sheets swell my face swells
into the shadow gears growing
around my waist

he wants the first blue
mind so turns a tiled nose
to coarse sky texture

earth’s light inside
my hollow ruin