A Poet Knows When

Right up against me

before sleep

after waking

I carry carcass




it taps me on the shoulder

I lug it from room to room

it tells me the Vedic line

the when I will join carcass earth




when the meteorite lands

on its feet

it drags me like

repulsive lovers can




declaring undying

alarm buzz

it thrusts its cunt at me

I kiss its bare bone breasts




it's ten it says

set the wake up

for then, the port

of entry in ten years




And when I arise

without bladder organs

with calcified face

torso tilted with rattle coin




I latch on to the next

keeler. The one for me

who wakes and sleeps

in dread in a canoe called bed.