Jackhammers with Dreams

Seeing darkness, honey-like enough

To gouge with an eye tells us

The technicolor remains are hung

Sky-paved with Clementine disaster

But in comfiest shoes longest yawns

Flat lining telephone poles and velvet

Our heavenly heartbeat can precipitous

Be unwholesome when confronted by night

Feathered in its blackest spray paint gown

The somnambulist buzz trots

The slow hoof over brown grain roofs

And angels fit with Cartesian axes

For earth-spouts to prosper

Dead gorgon juice

Flow soda fuzz in men

Disdainful, in love

And unhurried to work

I know this madness like I know

My aches are born virgin, composite

Restless enough to rebuild Chartres

Should I decide not to invent a dance

Or design shovels with wings

Pitchforks with arms

Jackhammers with dreams

Why are the children not bombing the moon

Snapping equal signs with hopscotch

Moxie, identifying with waves

Little Nannas never becoming

Natarajas sleep behind scrims

Draped of alleyway gilt

In the Xilbalba of our hour