where is the morning when the bed isn't there? [2012]

a drum major marionette mentions a
diasporic underground     cordoned off
from biblical truths and brevity     whim
is an intransigent imagination

ships want to swim past the spaces between words
and twist the sheets into monuments to sleep

conscripted kids are hazards     habitats
born of canvas     and the trespasses of
others     a confidence is ignorance

wrap distant brass in the fabrics of shaking
and look for light in its unoccupied space