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Memories more than halfway down-throat

So strong, so drawing of breath.

Nurse embers in your chokes

Of charcoal and smoky subjects,

Grip like gorillas to the backs of necks.

Big sister’s beastly hands drive deeper.

In piss warm waters,

Stupid laughter

As the Jackdaw makes the first joke.

A screaming boy deflates

Below

As pains too indecent to translate

Pound out last calls

And begin calling cabs.



Chlorine in the saline

And the nose is crowded with monsters

Stretching horns and feelers into the brain,

Trying to reach out through the mouth

But the spout of fire tires in the depths,

Diffused by the unbreathable.

The grabbers that dunk might give

For a moment, long enough to stop scratching

At pistons and push back from the underworld.



Even at ten he knew these should never become words,

Only exposition to relay, wailing and tearful to Ma

To stop the animals from laughing

At the expense of the Jackdaw.



Throbs that would be forgotten,

Through pressing of the pen

Administer the ipecac.

The quacks, the artful eruptions and hacking

Up of crimson, gooey organs;

The catalyst for renewal,

Repetition,

Odium.

Diffusion of abstraction

Among the real.