eye sockets filled with rain:

world and time are the same—

we trespass each

hence our punishments 

for each

are the same

if our bodies had souls, they would spit, chew, break bread, beckon sheep in for the night, swim, sleep, rest, do everything the body would do if we were not trespassing it too.

Brooks Lindberg lives in the Pacific Northwest. His poems appear frequently in The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, and elsewhere.