Negatives + someone mutters
by Mario Petrucci

Negatives

where the unnamed
washes  improper   across
glass-still   thought

too Generic   this
illusion   too moist   our gelatinous
mould   mutinous

claims   enve-
loping light   syringes in   immotive
silver   gas

–rolled heat
—sudden   peeling   from fingers
partial   world

venerean
martian   as each will   takes
turns on

top   pres-
sing controls   these t-
winning

dimensions
never   half-way
safe

someone mutters

  sow me  Lord – now
as matter    this head
upon some quiet spirit

plant   stamp earth
from my ceasing –
offer quarter to my

seed so lovely-black
        should I sprout
they would set their

clocks by me : watch
me  steady the mouse
ease the dead    each

would sense me snug
in what my  sowing
tossed them   this

bi-valve ear – teeth
apostolic for breath
these  drop-dead

tears     & if I should
come    my world
begins   at last

that single breeze
my avenue
rustling