I told you too it was me they wanted

I

Sirens drone overhead
like the flies, incessant,
craving meals of the dead.

This formidable
buzzing of blade—
whippings circular, irrational.

This helicopter—
all the begging, a whirl
of warp matter.

Into, as well as, birth of:
solid sighwave,
off-screen kick-shove.

II

Stale soybean breaks beneath my
fingertips, clean mush like tears of mud,
the Eucharist dancing on the tongue, wine
breath for badlands, burning bras, venereal—

This poor exchange of evening,
desperation retrieved,
exchange made for madness,
auditory, and oracular—the dying mouse
and his plastic crinkle noises.

We see we hear we touch—
so we know the spinning such.

Keep nodding my head from left to right.
No music no music just dancing tonight—

I download graphics drivers.
I remember the ghost-flashes
at work wanting me on alert.

And there was where I referenced “before-
time” again, the milk jugs facing me
in all opposites.

All the Greeks knew—kneel, kneel, kneel—
let us paint and live our gods too.