Speech

Two visitors nightly to me do visit they.
From where the squirrel and mouth come, I can not say.

From behind the screen that glows so slow?
Or 'twixt my ears in the amygdala below?

From the other woman end of the phone?
From some past memory drizzled in bones?

The squirrel it leaps and crawls and climbs.
The mouth is large and loud and blind.

The squirrel with tail too many inches long
its body sleaked-furred and morbidly strong.

Rampantly the bedroom-ramparts it coerces,
Streaking the ceiling in towering forces.

Ceaselessly gnawing it chomps with its paws,
Eyes vampant and streaming, clawing with gnaws.

The mouth faceless and sleepless eater-biter is,
Naggingly drips and endlessly griz,

A butcher cacophony knife-zapping, flesh-zipped,
Its emanations darkly and ripped:

Pleasure's all yours, pursue it and find-
Work yourself up, down to the rind-

Bills will come. Go.
What's a few bucks on a couple of shows-

The meter read- The State wants its bread.
Another child seasoned with dread.

Pigs leap three feet high, gunned down in droves.
Remember the girl who took off her clothes.

The sky steeps- The dark deeps-
And on and on and on it goes.

When morning comes a thin sheath left,
Voiceless I rise out of breath.