'why don't you open the window'

some selves burn bright and unforgiving
 a warholian display of loathed
cuts;
    shank and plate served in news-
paper ads with sarcastic taglines,

this one will not
          occupy the front pages
a balloon deflated, liquefied &
      locked away
do not go there. all references to the melting pool
will self-erase.

so far behind that the reins of spiraling sidewalk
have slipped from its palms and woven
themselves into the mane of the
chuckling steed

so far behind that whoever it was moving
towards has become laughing steed
neighing wildly
             quickly combed
by a sun-lick into cloudmass casing.


and the disem body
          sighed this bile floating up like
clots of jellied reptile blood

to aerate the rooms with
        passing time that
maybe
  turns to wisdom.