Coloratum

afflatus, inflatus, my morning globe, as lithe as your impermanence. and home! dread homes! are rabbit dugs, spoonholed piles of mexican brick where nothing ever touches down, nothing here alive receives the plains’ poor offering of gypsy light, the ugly wind that meets the mudline. [metaphors] 1. a mottled fence 2. and how these storms hold faceless teeth that slat their eyes through butter-wood then purge their guts on wintered florets 4. some freshly headless nativities, their polyethylene skirts upturned from violent sacks 5. and knowing i’m a souless speck              i lick at what is manifest         beneath your