after Melt-Banana
Driving like light flutters while the new fangs coalesce
and behind a diagram too complicated to mean anything, a dead node whining.
Behind that, a very simple diagram.
Corpses slide down chutes, a weird kid’s birthday party, electricity
A green string comes down from the sky and makes everything worse
Coyotes eat cold meat on a matrix turning slowly,
but their fur bristles when they realize I’ve put them on a matrix.
There’s always a matrix,
and we’ll use the curved tool to bypass the fruit skin
if you refuse us a consummate violence.
A dirty city like in a movie, blue orchids settle on our thighs.
An inch away from crying, the lights go off in my neighbor’s apartment:
why can’t I intuit the relationship of the four terms?
It’s too much to take,
the morning’s infinite flame decal encroaching,
incandescent leaf on chrome
Someone presses a drill into pulsing
