Kitchen Employee

Walking opposite the moon

our hopes inside its fleshy pockets,

spotlighting teeth and the whites of eyes, wide and vacuumed.

All while the city below dissolves in its particles overnight…

Composting the garbage dumb Govindas.

Dumping its shadow into the sewers we created out of shaving cream, pet fish and semen.

I’m standing outside my outline

drying my heart out in the pages of a spineless book.

Wringing chicken blood from kitchen rags with arms cut deep in seasoned salt.

As rats bathe in the shadow of the Redwoods- anticipating angelhood.

I am spitting broken teeth like stars onto the soil,

planting love into the dead grass, I am meat fooled into repose.

Flies in the kitchen of heat and stink…I am your substance…

Walk along my curves and corners ingesting crumbs and morsels that fall misgiven on my clothes. Bloating, the puddles of nervous ants drowned in the quiet of oak tree worship.

And it’s all a familiar comfort, an easy dream, teaching me the dark of its corners…

like this hole in my sock.

And I think I’ve been here before focusing on the cardboard box of whatever punched out winking its flaps at me…

Knocking on some memory in an eternal midnight page.

Flicking away a spent cigarette looking for the sun to come on stage again tomorrow.

Illuminate my dimming thoughts, my beads of sweat and knuckle scars.

An ecstasy hangs in the mind, tricking darkness upon my dream wall.