After Jana Lynne Umipig  

Capitulo lullabye. I dreamscape mesmerized 
              by ruination sky. Inordinate and restful like 

forgetfulness. 
                           At wreck. 

                                          Catch me in the morning 
and I fleck. As in, as shock, 

              the intro only 

                                                        masquerades: we’re in the middle since. At play, at effervesce 
glow-tide my destination, journey hurts my name: 

                                          don’t be questing me, don’t labyrinth my style. I pathway 

like gamayan, macadamia frog-leg in a rice paddy with lime. In agarbathi 
              smoke—I float. Kalabaw-

                            English when I shop. Chop 

because I’m hungry, chop chop like 
                                                                      the rendezvous’s the pathway and the crossroads 

                                            what you smuggle. I put this on your blood, 
dapple skulls with ancestry and chime. Straggle, grandchild, 

              if you want to live.