Stop Standing On My Brain Haemorrhage

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Stop Standing On My Brain Haemorrhage—Impossible Tales Of Implausible Children


Midday pours a shot of midnight 
where vampires eat spiders and lovers drink delight 
and two witches duel with bows and arrows outside
one hunts in disgust 
and the other tries to escape the birds in Hell 
with knives and machetes and machines that kill 
and torture people butchered by languages not their own
—or anyone else’s—
forgotten in a hole pressed close to her lips 
and rambling 
begging to be saved from the monsters at home 
come back from the dead 
back from the city 
back from the hill they died on 
and she opened up to a shrink and a textbook nested in an anagram 
in a hologram 
in a telegram, Sam 
into the drink she went 
then up the lift that invests in a universe 
before the lights go out 
but I can still see the beginnings of a fire 
where the grass prays and the earth sways and angels explode 
like atomic bombs 
and gossip struggles past culture 
elbows its way into our nightmares 
but doesn’t pay or ask for permission 
but stops 
backs up 
and fights with animals for food and a place to stay 
before what is lost is now 
and always here.