1.)
i wish i could lay in the mud
of an elephant's back and
know that the sun can reach me through
these eight layers
of skin-
but
when i want a plateful of
reflection
those oak ears
will lay down rest
upon me.




2.)
carry on your back
the weight of a meal and
get lost in the grove near the fountain.
my childhood was filled to
it's obscene brim with
metallic tastes;
nails in my mouth,
nickels rubbed softly across my cheeks,
wresting tin over the bridge
of my face.
the water carried iron into my veins
and i felt my supernatural image
dine on the filings from
the workman's bench.