lullabies for the paralyzed

parasites' plaything ---
this is stormy weather space
where lost vectors find bone
much more easily than land

where we hide from high tides
on our pulpits absolving the sea from incursion
and chastise mollusks for trying
to take themselves with us

deep
in our bonds of kinetic aggression
deep
in the ugly corners of our human hearts

there's a cabal still debating
last week's peeled potatoes
and the toy dolls in the attic
adding two and two to get one

vitiate truths
ripe for re-enlightenment
we were given keys to the fuming abyss and we launched
our messiah straight into