Statuary

Thanks to your best night's attire
it's time to engage in another blood sit.

Yes, the knees are aching to explode
again and it's only the second rise.

Before long you realize sicknesses
are as boring as the worlds around them.

There is an exhaustion below these falls.
Exhaust fumes. Lingering pinwheels.

I would hurt you if I knew where
to find you, if I knew your address.

All I've got right now is what's implied.
It's a faith worth wearing. Like sand burials.

Must stomach it first. It comes out at night.
The nose holes would drip vomit for days.