A Blackened Fall

Motherfuckers that skip and slurp
On their merry way to land
And head pressure ping-pong
Reverberating whiskey dance

Cooler is the gust of wind griping
On a cheek as words begin
To echo in the skull

Innocent at first, a tumble of
Liquid inside body tank changes
Equilibrium :: The teacup tips
On a saucer and–










Razors upon
Awakening to freezing
Formaldehyde mask, Bonjour
“Tell Brenda I’m here,
I fell off a bridge.”

Back crack split pelvis
Keep it still and even
And then you inhale this.