Trying to adopt a new cemetery—
Every day, in cremation parlors, old headaches are being smothered
While timeworn leaves sit with their fingerprints folded.

Organs of transpiration, organs of wretchedness, organs of aura
Study charcoaled croissants against the galaxy
They refuse to use sunlight to synthesize spasms
For the first time, they lean slightly over so that his eyeballs
Are covered in oppressive black moths

Mouthing the word “ecstasy”—the adjectives curled
Their ocular appetite into spirals
Expecting nerve signals to evict anger from its sedated lion dens or

Castle gate: pulsing negative orgasms often use the mind to
Do the hard earthwork for them
Lacing nausea & vomiting in between each optical soundbite
As a way to attack constipation, euphoria, vision loss

The black night can have anticipation too, so can you