2

sensitive people antenna their suns
burn radially
bull's eye brusing
enormous
pain. Overhead lights
squeak floor. red rags on her legs
he gave her a yellow leaf
seat
a place to rest his head
who's dead
tired tried
to lie
and saved his chicken's neck
a little

Indi go to Star

Climb
indigo
stairs.
isnt iagro?
going
blue
leaves (leaf)
twinkle
twilight ripple-ring
reaching outer
outside water
child mine d

fireflie

block dog barks non-stop bug speak
deep in folded comfrey flowers a lavender
beside blooming over
yesterday's lucidity
pot of ice
in a rusted-shut birdcage

wildflow

take-off er
er upt ann's lace coughs

"aint nothin gonna fill ma soul"
last spray rose brown edged july

mid morning heat in the bottom of a backyard pit

where she slept
a damp cadaver
brought her a fake Rolex

then tied itself to the railroad tracks

the whole town watched as a train billowed and struck-down dead
wails the warning blow

by mid-morning she had recovered her senses. the fake Rolex took the sun into its round mouth and shot her in the eye with it.

wake up found sound
chants her best friend
pearly yellow kiss of cockle
my kitchen sloppy in

smells like cooked flesh.

arm.

watch
the fake Rolex eat glass diamonds 12 3
4 5 7 10 4 1

sun back skyward flash es fish
pelting so dry
skin fry

exposed monarch veins of day lily self
one after noon after.
dies in even end






.

a tampon wrappers tobacco in
white flowers and orange
children whistle scream
fro and to swish
a nice dress someone's
black coffee
taped shoes
hold my sole
from falling out.
neighborhood scatter petals
the bottom colored
soft air candle
luminescence pulsing absent suns

horizon east. west alive
red time sticks baton
odoriferous fruit
concentric as evenings h our
tin focus

Spring IV

some scribbles to praise the decent
of another not day
outside
space green
hour blends into backyard
screaming
sirens the icecream song dizzing birds in collective shadow
swimming blue ones, the oil spills...

why am i practicing peace
looking at peas till they fruit days of
imagination swelter without sweat glands

my direction (you)
implants
the sun in clear blue

but u r

a lost child text-messaging god

voice in a tightrope
stretched cloud far
ther
than
balance can maintain

I need rain,
give me sign to continue.


Silent! gladiolas
function as magic

purple evening yellow pale periwinkle crimson
you are johnny apple,
you scatter skittles on my yeye

seed. plant. roots.

a garden between us

Grey Day

parlor music of a certain melody
transports her to great-grandmother's

dying house

on a lake of grey sand,
a stormless night

hair
floats on a bed into oblivion glass ceiling

coffee-sun day no press-on earring buttons out of grass clippings

squirrel innocent away as fly bed into a writhing joy snakes her inside
a wind chime the air to random whispers. standard jungle lush sun dried spirited
apple trees
flowers to sour beads
birds from here to a distant river bank squak as they've forgotten yesterday rain lift low chimeric life
seem just
a series of roots intertwined with mother's unending slow weep