Now is what happens when
                the spinning blue buzz saw
                grinds the week down to powder
                pummeled by the hardening rain
                into soft paste that clogs gutters
                and drainage ditches. Rain shuts
                one thing from another by making tangible

                Catfish stoner underground radio,
                antenna feelers trust the bottom-
                crawlers eat the dirt eat the sludge
                catfish-run away! I want to be you,
                want to watch your mud-ugly grin
                peel back to tiny sharp teeth

                The riven body waters words,
                widens, tears, its coasts recede,
                speech splits. Unilaterally you ruled
                the carnal unlawful, but the law you named
                has no currency in my country. Forget
                your faithless words, their knives and kisses fall short,