Technique cannot be learned
Without a teacher
How to breathe
How to coax
From a heart a beat
When you smell a smell
It’s already inside you
The little paddles
They do nothing
They sit on the car wall
Like a seat belt for a dog
As the blob approaches
And its hunger is incurious
Already the logic of the ancients
Has foretold the lies
You are trying to convince
The animal to swallow
It won’t swallow
Anything it doesn’t choose to
It rolls over the sites
Where the purple feathers were
They’ve blown away
You could make a fire
Once you learn how
What is your second opinion
One sharpened fingernail
Some blue in you is showing
Sit up straight
A spine without gravity grows
Uncountable nots
If you’re done
Then you’re done
When you’re done
The sphinx is dead
Eat it