Kit Kelen #1077 nesting

1077

nesting 

 

all the nesting night they're in

take sleep from this shrine

and creak

till there's song

and there's laughter

and light

how many years until?

get into a rhythm

of whimsy

like laps

dream with

they are the dark run rafters

they are the noggin scratch

and stud squeeze

brush plaster

they are batten track

scrape to underside tin

as if the same words said

run of the mill

they are inventing

with us like taxes

like fleas

they have fled

as simple as the rain

the borders were useless

to us and to them

tiny shy

their running terror

how they love to fuck

or do it anyway

far fleeting

weeds sprung up with

deep in the garden

and where's my sleepy python?

they have had more birthdays

and they know who they are

wake up to myself wishing ill

stretch to mystery

and I think of their sleep

heart dark with the deeds I'll do