I don't know humans
from the stuttering
shells of machine guns

I don't know
soldiers from saints
I can't tell a razor blade

from an ink pen
I can't tell a gun shot from a kiss
I don't see the difference

between jackals and police men
or carnivals and prisons
shackles and tennis shoes

sidewalks and clouds
coffins and bath tubs
I see no distinction between

inhumation and orgasm
among boot heels hammer blows
orchestral music screaming

heart beats screaming
screaming thunder bolts
melt down laughter whispering

dreaming, I suspect no reason
to make a connection between
the aforementioned

as surely as I don't
know them
from you