he becomes
the drinker
who drank him.

Take this cup
all of you
and drink
its whine the engine

of the cat
her contempt for her
need for you.

on a sea street
starry eyed
ears black holes
no sound

And the nose tastes
hours of laundromat fuzz
falls a third time
near the blue dumpster
behind the fishmonger’s
by the cold chain links
in a bed of weeds gone to seed
spreading like a hatch
of artificial flies.

One he swallows
hooked through the lip
jumps pulls and runs
down the path
to where the deep water
creeps awake
in the darkness
its thick jelled
mass motions.

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