Dreamland Burns

this living nerve

skin duct and bone

or a rusty coil

but there's something here

past my chain-link fence

in this zero place

there's nothing left

a photograph folded into four

falling in the mud

in the afternoon light

I used to care what you said

my heart is full

my lungs give and take

my heart's a wire cage

of springs and rust

of cement and rock

where it was dumped

your voice collapsed on the static line

on the radio dial left of the nine

stay up all night

and into the light

writing ESP letters to your house