my dog scarred her face on the razor wire spiral traps us animals
fight freedom; the accidental wound idea
overflows
runs us round and back into man-made trap

tan dry edged crumble and crack green dying hot. no movement
no dance
rebellion
trees no sway
and flame
in fan's breath
underground
a woman with young wrinkles

grows roots
walls expend endless
borders unto wayward reaching

kind bind
red vampire
heart like girdled roots
warn off good feeling
wear on weary
use pinky finger to
force a smile. not
a not nice day,
no smile anyway

i stave off the still
alive sensation
speedy straight for a
soap wall
eat soap moth
er
fuck
er wash out

Situated in time
lines drive hard edge
free sailing garden
internal as a bush
be
home on this white
sketch paper
neither straight
lines nor I

spiral of twin sycamores

rip-house tornado destroy path kevin is not god
but am person a person, as i am he is

a conglomeration of organic rubble, pinned to earth's flesh and kilter filtering through sewage drains with better made chip sliver cellophane

stoop, recollect, swing lower--
the last humans i whisper to your pillow who touched us
the humid air
, in each rumination
guts. chew, throw up in the throat

churning butter, whey and fat separation of two Siamese twins


open faucet, look a rock stone-on

and analyze. how opposite the landscape appears in your face lakes

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varnished opals
snap pea awake,
dilate. moth holes
muscle green light-

word. emergence
the deep seeded
soil phantoms pierce
the alarm birds

in oak crotch fling
shot cotton sky.
Rattles straighten me
absorption stone

stumbles down night,
hits. you. "go away!"
"wait, sway fro 'gain",
we wind, sun rose(s).

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four o' clock
finch cloud faint
storm alert

thick mud stuck
black earth with
spruce shadow

flailing arms
round your neck
not here. rain.

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Symphonic
afternoon,

vio-
la! Blooms