Post-graduation

The water hose was left running
We came out the spout
hand in hand but eyes
swimming
in all directions

slack jawed eels told us
which way to flow
swampland orgies where they're
building the City
          bigger

With both hands she lifts up
electric lines, budding
liquid light

it is beautiful but
           blinding

For anything
     Don't let go

Hunger Prayer

Needing

brute sound

peels out a chorus of pig snouts

each hair on their nostrils       quivering

three more shoulder up to the trough

knowing its time

Dark

and burning

with patience the spiders

wait

for meat to come wandering on wings

seeking slop pile gluttony

but caught

Custom

to bow

the head before a meal

but sometimes

saliva stings

so fast beneath your tongue

it is prayer enough