here it is the eve of the end of all my dreaming and onward to inevitable purple bathers lingering

the other day three vultures up in the tree behind my house i said hey no, not yet boys i don’t need you at this breast

uncommon virtues like viruses like phantoms hang on lingering blue corpuscles tingling my leg that can’t stop jingling

i let go of this soft machine what I gain I cannot feel as promises of tongues tastes intermingling and otherwise former dreaming

bhagiti 4.20.07 – toledo, ohio