the hollow

i walked into the wood.
leaves turned mush, wet rocks,
naked open mouth cave.
come inside me, holler for the echo.
mud between my toes.

in the fog of that night, the fog of vision past.
in the damp forest of a city,
orbs of light pass by me.
hollow alien brain, shapeless spirit animals,
trick of my ever dying eyes.

i wish for a great hollow,
now i have as such.
mercy make it be.
let it be.
i have done and done and have nothing but memorie's clutter...

your witch

in a brown paper bag.
swig of a saloon brushed fist of cuff.
pinch my nose, ram me to the bone.
sleepwalking beast come into my bed again
and again how do i not have your child in me?
not your witch, your Aphrodite.
yet none my own blood, taken i into you
yes over again. you into i
a default
i cannot muster how to say it otherwise.
and yet all together the trash
slimy baby blankets,
washed away wordless pages,
beast sit between us.
beast grown.
blinds me crushes me.