Earth in 2014
The army controls most of the body
especially. When it stays cold. Let
the noses burn off the planes at night.
Often we predecide our exits. Nobody
absolute painted the exit lights. No
oily tunnels through ancestors’ maple
mountain towns, no skyblank deserts lit
with army, hugging cruces. Whenever it
rains, stays humid for Wednesdays
on. You have the military dreamscape
and it will on ur-pillows stay cold. Over an
other’s cups you’d brim. Grim, from us,
they hold the army dogs back from
the genders of nothing to come back from.