ORINOCO BLOWS

he took the animal running to the edge / saw it start again / and had nostalgia turn into parameter recordable for eyes / all those bugs to eat / never inquire who else had eyes and glanced back / drifting to cross over / humdrum characters reinvented, pretty figurines on skeletal fireplace / heads, half belonging to bodies lugged or lugging / breaks, chewing gum / remembering books during conversation, reestablishing need of words so as to welcome the death of the medium, me-to-you kinda thing / what else: density of unspoken bodies, this guy or the next travelling your (mine) borderless plains / headhunters of the real, the verisimilarity [UFO to shameless past leaving in 8 minutes, teeth] of left chicken houses, right? / this plane or the next, when will you finally touch me, and have touch in return, like guarantee / hand me down the instruments of a cleaner chaos, like birds making love in this one, or the next one of someones ultimately best or worst poem? crime, they must write, because they think of laws.