words on a page

industrious green chemical
alters silver
brick sunken
steps surface
hold the shore from sliding endless
into the river outside my
poem

it washes, murmur obscure
blends the poem bank
rain and tornadoes green silver as
aspen waves in the
non sun

river induced thunder bricks
beholden
unto the untrained poem
surface air
drowns reflection disordered
ripples

mirror nothing but convolution
my finger a blade of grass sticks its probing
needle center
where storm round green recedes
a fraction of sky

my nightmare song finds
pretty little ditty
dispelled

brown a bottom
less night
mid than evening
wonder of gray half-eye

arbitrary divisions separate poems her twin
spider wire on glitter land dandelion-seed water

sense and non-sense
poetry and non-poetry.

eye and non-eye
two halves of the same confusion

twisted double helix rabbit hole
third forehead gave birth to a
feet-first twin
feet first

as circus music kills its mother
myth

the history of evil is not good

a crow in wave is not black

not water not sky not land not crow

not surface bottom not aspen not bank
not poem not outside not inside sense

to get in, a crow in wave is her thin twin trying

The Siren

kkjkkkkjkejjekkekjjrjjjjekjjrjjrjkksls
snickering
hahahahhahahahahahahhhhahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahawooooooooohoooooooooo
two twins and a siren (who)
woooooooooooooohooooooooooooooo
flooding blood
my mine.

D'moon fades completely. not him but her light.
.unillumened
redspot-on thiside of things

my eggs died!!
the little hen cries

haha ha ha haha ha ha

all the way hahahaha-home

uninvented pace (s) darker than tomorrow,
a-decrypt()ight
parkpath built of her hahahahaus bricks

mama spider's eggtimer counting
scarlet spelled backwards telracs one sand

--
spilled but not
erastlc.

pieces of plexiglass plastic
taking on the color of a moon.
less night
than
--

2 giant plastic balls irradiating plastic thoughts.
tomorrow is darker
then may
middle of the riddle

the.

2 giant plastic
in may3ice

out of gas.
----

one ball is covered in a milky film
ball two at the end of a breath makes

seeing into the difference between hearing listening

a tunnel painted "and"
like "and" was a pit with
paint at the other end a
seeing.

one ball is her orbital drying fish
sun
--

"the one eyed dog coming, the one eyed dog is coming"

two spaces round and red exactly alike but one no flesh

your fish feels good against my twin

she turns to me while i
sleep a sleep
she poses me
questions camera i am
a

red sand blood on her pants
on one sand her hand
he,

gave a yellow leaf

a blanket obsidian.

Spring III

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woieonnw,,,aaocxijeiiannwihnfihandifhhwkkskjdfkjthissoilisice
wewaitforthelastfrosttopushballsofgreensunintocalmairapostrophydovecooingabovethemagnoliatrees.sundaysmellslikelilyofthevalleyandallbookssuddenlyspeakofthetinydropsofpurewhitefragranceinthemiddleofourtabletaintingtastebudsintobelieving
inspring.iamtoowisetonotwaittillitmakesthefirstmoveoramoveforwarmerweatherbeforeplacingallmyeggs/seedsinsomesoiltoocold. cookbookssuggestweeatfishintheearlyspringtoslimdownreadytoswiminsmalltightclothesthismakessensetomesoweteacheachothertofishintothedarkpondsofouroldselvesthatwe'dratherforgetthentapintoagain.buttheactoffishingfeelsproductiveandsatiatesthatdesiretoworkforournourishmentofvariousbodypartsspirit.oftentimeswecatchnothing.youstarve.thisfishistiredofswimmingbutknowsnothingelse.tryingfor26seasonstotrapmyselfona shiny hook.

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I forwarded to Chin.

Cand-y just told me Qisip is leaving at end of week, to be replaced by Brent and Reg. Who’s Reg?

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I forwarded to Chin.

Cand-y just told me Qisip is leaving at end of week, to be replaced by Brent and Reg. Who’s Reg?

Jaulo Savoy

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Forward

to my twin:

Mirror
me
mirror
reporting
to make sure my noitcelfer has not gone to the other side
while we sleep next to one another
me tasting your eyebrows

on the side of the sea
stranded as i a s hell

its so sunny!
these eyes were not made to take in much
nor nose nor mouth
nor you

bleed white noise
face i ecaf
chaque matin midi et nuit
call hell llox whar is instableit
? inside indif erent skin

who are you? who tuch bet ter than my own hands
the reflection of

you make your own inspiration
the thoughts are generally
the same intonation unvaried
pits
of a rhythm rut
the windows are the same too

this one has sticker residue
and the field behind the house
an apple tree's pink lace
the other paints a white stained floor
above the neighbors
preparing for church

today is the first day. Again
my moss skin
reaches greenly
to distant photos god takes
as he cleaves the world into two halves

one fake he makes shinny crow's feathers
tin roofs
windows like opalescent flowers
scattered on river banks
on ponds and lakes

all this
'''''''''and still
'''''''''''''''''''the sea

I see
a yellow house

peacocks hang from dead butterflies
door handles unscrew

red orange purple walls

when the plaster's wet

i am
especially my face

spotting the electric red
hives

fear
vacation passes
overturned wine glass
purple stained
teeth looking like
a curb

beating
a wounded nightingale

voice of a
black cigarillo

want skin want heat want the disco music to stop interrupting my bird

masterbation s

primeval scream
immature with 21st century
roots
in unpacked April

a 6 year old's easter dress hanging
alone on a wall

with no furniture

frightens the best friends
one red slice
broken window

boy in a bug field collecting

soul food

I (read first)
purple umbrella
big drops falling from
her other half

nourishing a toilet blue
sheep drink and tiger lilies orange

evening pallor
superimposed on the rising horizon
her jesus fades
in post war rubble
three dead snakes

(then go back and do it again)
starting with II:

soul food boy in a bug
field collecting
broken window
one red slice frightens the best friends

her other half falling
with no furniture
alone on a wall
a six year-old's Easter dress

in unpacked april roots immature with twenty first century
masterbation's want
skin
heat
want disco music to stop my black cigarillo voice of a wounded nightingale
beating a curb with teeth looking like purple stained wine glass
overturned vacation

passes

spotting the electric red
especially my face
i am wet plaster walls

orange and purple door handles
unscrew

my best friend and I

am trapped