2025-03-06

The Portrait of David Kammerer

Are heavy footfalls bleating fast
This organized a pleated past
Neat, arranged~~

Like those sniveling eyes
To which history grew wise
And blew its nose in the river.

Something like ballast in my gut,
Like if ten thousand peanut nuts
Were squeezed into a kiss.

It means I cannot leave this earth
They said was mine on day of birth——
It means all y’all are alone.

I said all y’all can have the ocean;
Best make humiliation motion
When I come to laugh on Fridays.

Whisperings of hidden in a book——
So no one saw carrion in brook
With grotesque lips thin smiling:

He was both dead and dying.