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






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