here it is the eve of

the end of all my dreaming

and onward to inevitable

purple bathers lingering

the other day three vultures

up in the tree behind my house

i said hey no, not yet boys

i don’t need you at this breast

uncommon virtues like viruses

like phantoms hang on lingering

blue corpuscles tingling

my leg that can’t stop jingling

i let go of this soft machine

what I gain I cannot feel

as promises of tongues tastes

intermingling and otherwise former dreaming

bhagiti 4.20.07 – toledo, ohio