Picking at the scabs of the bleeding obvious.

when he kissed her suffering lips
he couldn't hear her heart scream like a little sprayed spider.

through the slobbing water.

breathe, keep cool,
for you are what you are.
keep breathing, cool,
what will be will be.
stop no clocks
and start no stones rolling
spill no milk
and don't split your tongue.
rug up, clam up
for the coming winter
for winter's dells
and the hours deep.
breathe, breathe, breathe
be alert, not alarmed
for the day's awake
though the night is dark.

now we're sleeping
and the wash of words
the worn, washed hush
is gone from us,
gone from us
like god in a car rally big money rat crash
now and here and loud at last
then silent and in flames
like lush, hushed tongues
white hot, laid flat
with spittled heat
with specks of silence.