luminaries!
our baseborn incandescence in the tallest blades of grass
radiating seamy crescents in halation
scheming toward a future

luminaries!
hot rods on lightning roads
darken these highways for passersby
phallustines, oh ye fucking philistines,
you cast down cast down these steeples
upon our neon down lines and lines, lines and lines
oh! like god damned anchors in our sky

living in our home
cutting with my knife
is not a home
there’s a dearth of this
city street pie
never enough
can’t sleep; won’t wake
there are trains who pass
lost late at night
through an open window
tales of hoppers
lost late at night

luminaries leave specters of legs
could have been holding with these arms
leaves withered; riddles of fingers; time past clutching the bell rope
ring her; hear us. ring her; hear us

flames to put out the fire in our eyes,
water down disaffected tongues
these voices silenced with avowals of specious truths
hymns ring clear, singing songs not our own, not our own
phallustines, oh phallustines,
you won’t keep our secret

a neighbor’s voice
wives and waves and weaving
the years gone by
these bygones trod
by happenstood
passersby
silenty watched
the erstwhile fade
the future paid
buried stories
under promises
transformation

swarms to the light
(didn’t buy; didn’t build; didn’t ask for)
leave wings behind
madrugada madrugada

our house is not our home
(flames for fire for eyes for eyes our eyes
a mellowed disaffected tongue
voices renouncing disemboweled untruths
hymns no longer sung singing no bells
queer sibling family, will you keep this house and grow this garden?
can you keep this our secret? can you keep this our secret?)
our house is not ours