Arise ye brokers of mackerel,
slickers of the silver footed jack,
the nostrils gulp aquifers
you know, glacial consummates.
Spirit your works even to the lounge,
lay heavy upon the inert,
be one with the ground,
spirit of what bears,
buoyed by contingents,
flowers of ice.
We are not insulated from the debris
Floating to your meeting points
Hanging is a placement around
a seeming to behave such as bees and offerings
hanging is the continued
voice that makes for suits
for successes and the dead
So this sound is full of fluids.
It will teach me to drain,
to ebb from strength as walls surround a space,
as fruit suspends until it is necessary.
You can ask, but there is no string to keep straight
by itself except the hook
and the empty shoulder which is surrounded
by a heavy change
I hide there, fruit, condensed.
Jay Snodgrass is the author of Monster Zero, poems about Godzilla. His poems have appeared in Versal and Descant. He lives in Florida but hopes that is not a chronic situation. He also writes graphical poems which can be found scattered across the internet.