FIVE MESOSTICS FOR ZONEITA HELENE VENTURA

wHen did i become

the shaking revErberations
breathing in haLlways
evEn my mother locks
the doors, Nothing can
quEll the frantic buzz

deep in the Hellacious

cavErns of suburban
bLiss,
where everything Ends
and Nothing retains
that endlEss familiarity.

im not even afraid of deatH anymore

shE
taught me it as a Lie
in greEner grasses
near Noxious fences.
now i bathE in static,

sometHing constant enough

to keEp us together.
little white pilLs
in candy dishEs,
nothing Like the
transcEndental barbiturate bullshit

from wHen she was

falling off motorcyclEs.
spent Lifetimes
making my own Evaluations
uNder a haze of
hEr happening.