Candle, Caviar, Heartbreak

1.
The candle is finally light. Over there.
In a place where
without our hearts
I could have said
“begone”

but you (where you instead) said: nothing.
Consciousness instead
like somebody’s lip-plug
who goes about snogging for pepper and grass
wondering why his fingers move this way.
Look, the longer you’re collecting material,
the better. It just keeps coming out
like this. Green balls of fire turn into
red balls of wire erecting
(erecting) walls sudden like splinters
(everybody’s Amanda winter).

2.
Mary’s sly negligence
is easiness. Easy smooth sunny
waters like flatlands a-breeze.
Hello, sunshine. Dig this broadcast:
we open stingers like inspectors,
looking for venom. We don’t
know what we haven’t looked for—
we only know the truth is out there.
hello sturgeon. tell me about your
life. you are old. dying now about
every year just to foist this lot
of caviar upon you.