Comet in the Esophagus


The jaw is an axe.
Indefatigable, monstrous;
Of a tooth, of gratified throats
And larynx,
These tepid things,
Orbs of them, orbs and gobs, guey;
They suffice, they supersede
Arithmetic. It’s barbarous.
A grip of thunderous calm.
A comet tail!

I’m shining, now, that my ear has
beheld your chin--shining…