Pigeon is Held

There is a scalding murmur 
I’ve carried since I was a child
It is a lapse of time 
an erupting synapse 
wearing a paralyzed chimp-grin
I’ve carried this murmur 
underneath hand-stitched overcoats of elderberry
But the emergence is inevitable 
It creeps up; 
in front of snakes, in front of boars
A victim’s tidal-wave 
clearing out old newspaper
A barrel of brain-batter
There are no analogies 
for its depth of terrible
Lightning falls flat
Violence soars 
to the tops of winter-torn trees
I’ll roll from side to side 
and feel the white cells go red
A quick switch 
from delivery to sand-storm
My legs quake
It’s a corrupt spotlight to hang around in 
I’ll tell you
I lead the jury 
The burning melts 
all recess ice cream
From where we are carried
I stay- I stay- I stay
Off-kilter
Isolated in physical hysteria
One hellish hello
I’ve said goodbye 
but the bitch won’t listen!!