Bestiary (On Sullivan Street) #2

Reed, grass, ponderous
whale bones, corsets, shafts,
ravines, drowned suicides, sexes,
reefs and sexless lust

From blue to red
I embrace the spectrum, believing
on the flatness of the life
or that I’m
the first skeptic

The skies bear their brunt,
the dark mass that turns
off the lights, the record around