Fugue State

   I sunk down thru
the floor--
     leaving an oilslick
      refracting the 
                    cycles
                    of
                    jeweltone
clothing
& a soul-oversized
     talisman of the
     dead.

down past the
              feral howling
           & earth-shaking
              thumps,
         the metonymy
              hornet's nest
   esoteric in the stilts,
 the faded paint of
               authority--

deep into the
disappearance place.

somewhere I escape being
someone
   for a timespan
 inordinate & chaotic
as the rise & fall of the
          walls
          buzzing my name,
          blowing straight
                     thru
                     the middle of
        cigarette doors
    leading to a someday
              I am too small
                     to shed into.

      I'm bored
 w/ the patterns
    that light the
          nights--
throwing purple
across a murder scene
    of my newfound
            emotional 
            deafness.

When I sneak down
 to become a dinosaur bone
I found in my youth
  I am
            upside down in
            a cliff house where my
            partial-ancestors
bring me peyote
   to put everything I
            own inside
            right again--
     holding a tree branch
     between two fingers
           as a marital promise.