A rag, a veil hacked with complaint –

dragging through my windpipe,

yellow wayward sacks of children,

bitten or burnt, without a home –

a compass air spokes my inner ear,

a design of irritation.

 

A drastic limp – my corner of charge –

hits, hemp and knock knee’d  -

there is a shatter of repulse, my falling

swallowed continuance,

heather seed pierced dark

at the back of my throat.

 

Blanched – eyes braided red,

and whip lash – my cheek repeats

the movement of earth, tectonic kisses,

my vision of glue

and invasion – a shroud of cactus skin.

 

Sap, relapse – desire to scratch,

rolling in flour –

tongue lanced, pepper seduced,

a mad dog dissolves in balms

and strokes of silver.