Myrrh Hayes Hoey
silver fingers
i have seen
the casio play
song of naked truths
camera man
watchtower
plague of
resistance
it is you that
turns the nickels blue
came calling down
for victim hood
oh what a home
to believe in
can’t recognize
the passing features
of faux goodbye
hatchet falls
hatchet falls
cuts the rope
slack
I knew you before you came
how Sweettooth
got to the driver’s seat
i will never know
but dont wish to
impede the hedo
haha
just a little
just till the indulge
opens its robe
shows its levity
reminds me
my weight
heavy heavy
how god i am
in fruitcake delirium
need to
roll my eyes
like forever rolling
like wave escaped
Ocean
till discipline
,back from
a long groom,
stand ‘bove me,
heaving
signet
a good lie
in silt
at bottom
of cup
stirred w finger
runs the spine
gives that stiffened
trainwreck
coal to drive
never stood just a little over there
just naked and bored
weighing the last thing said
with roots all up
in the air
‘to wait for autumn
to wait for spring
and that takes the cup
to coaster
feels
significant
but fails
the ring
the habit of disconnect (Ez. 3:3)
we’re reading
over our shoulder
a list of thieves
is long
the list of thieves
is lovers
on a fun day
“eat this scroll and
fill your stomach with it”
let your hips square
and the muscles melt
sweet honey
overheard in the
other room
sonorous and
touching in with
the beat
oh beat
oh unkempt rhythm
captivate
then pose
then captivate
again
unload the burden
drop the veins
under the skin
and
ask
what
do
we
have
to do
with
it
(nothing
peeking in
yes,
probably presence
over-valued but
it’s the word
that’s the problem
not the stick
stuck down
in my deep mud
the word,
that divorced sensation
from a light unaware
always complementing
the life it touches
like ball hopped
across the
karaoke
words
yes,
they do resemble
holes
for burying the head
yes,
they’re still
attached to me
still running the belly
like a fish on
shark moving
always moving
sleeping and
moving
so only
the reference
pins still
the sucked
skin but the
water runs easy