seeing the light: of day

rustling a shroud (working title)

for joe

you make love to me like you've never heard a sound

you (shocking sound!)
ride (shocking sound!)
me (shocking sound!)
all (shocking sound!)
the way underground (shocking sound!)
where you feel (shocking sound!)
the dead scrabble around

to get to space
but you (shocking sound!)
can't (shocking sound!)
fly (shocking sound!)
into place

you wear your life
like a shroud
into a tomb of verisimilitude
so no one
can pin it on you
in time

in the catacombs you can't hear a sound