what there is to assume- color and form –
shades of a lesser “being” infractions and
being born a crime.
conception; admitted but not remembered
THIS IS CONCEPTUAL DROWNING
she says with a smirk.
and you smile, then frown.
because you remember when the
whole sky was dis-membered , putrid aggregates of stellar
the sky had fallen away with you in it.
you landed in a peninsula of gas , all reduced to the fleck of spit flammable and handheld was the tobacco of oil workers here in the arid, barren wasteland interconnected with life and corporations until the two cannot be told apart companies with the middle name : corrupt
truants lay naked, tossed face down on the ice
they, too, thought tomorrow someone else’s
you are left with dark deposits where recollection pales