my dear tender power
it's really muggy out
here in the back yard
the old wall is down,
the foundation partly poured
one and one half column poured,
slight skew
and beam for the steel door
the city is poured out onto itself
the air thick with the passage
and mating of flies
in their fucking death spiral
like mathematical orbit
or us swinging round
our elbows hooked
we're hooked onto each other
as sweat enters my eyez
