Trees going mad.
The church door inside me closing.
Fear shaving a plank.
Disenchantment at twelve o'clock.
Hate riding its pony backwards.
Dog-mind licking its tender genitals.
A fly alighting on your cereal.
Memories like bubblegum.
Your family skewered on an old bone.
Monsterisms in the bloodstream.
Daylight pouring out its invectives.
The cataclysmic bawling.

I think this is how the bee sees
or light meets a diamond's many facets.

I think this is water merging
with other water, the two Niles
cutting into each other,
raindrops melding and forming a flood.

Or it's the many cries of the innocents
rising as one from the fire,
an unholy choir echoing in the rafters,
conflict mothering the invention
of prayer-wheels and the iron maiden.

I think this is like death's letter
causing an eye infection
or worm in the mind.
Humming its same old song,
the one infused with a viral decree.

And there's nothing nice about it.