moments
(when black coffee
settles in the belly
yet has not asserted effect)
collect –
queasy
wooden windchimes
dongling formidable
and they usher some thunderclouds:
stormvane –
embers
unred, ready
to forecast new lightning
burns, old powervanes, landing spots:
pent up
sanded,
four scattergrained
thoughts form glimmerdesert:
aspersed sparseness shatters and waves
(the heat)
Top witch
Licks brown bluntskin,
Snaps her fingers for fire,
Breathes a language of curlicues
At you:
Magik
Slithers updown
Two helixed red-dirt worms
Neith the twitch of catfish whiskers
(be hooked!)
And-And
Branching,
Trifurcating,
Gaeaéa slinks and quops
With fat, grabby anemones
For mouths:
Come down.
Up from dirt ground
Brown with cracked locust shells,
Snake pelts, microscopic hellmouths,
She comes
Praying
Quick. My specter
Limps like one tough goat, goes
Beside me in His evening heat:
“Not yet
Not yet”
Then in the cool of His morning
I Am, my oldest ghost,
Acquiesces,
Says yeah
ponder
neat new structure
trip across a soft dance
in your sockfeet after partners
still sleep
suspent
greenhouse mist, hang
brainways, multiply light,
trillionate the rainbow, promise
growth will
momma
talks to lamb light
he hurts her just to teach
so i don’t capitalize god
no more
Their mind’s
A revolving
Door – 3 portions always
Unavailable
May
Spins into view
If the mind keeps churning
An ideal stonehenge
(The way
The sun
Gets
Pinched)
i sense
erosion at
the rim of the fountain:
my water-thoughts bubble over…
and grind…
Here, we
Eyeball people
Speak fine body language:
Haphazard stretchers, you dancers
Must walk
*
Now, we
Eardrummers hear
How summer’s snuck into
Your stoic, winter poetry
Talk right
*
To touch
Is divine but
To grab is a crime but
To grip is to get it – do you
Feel me?
*
Forget
Those rosemary
Flowers sprouting outside
Ten hundred buildings in my mind?
Herb oil’s
Soaked through
My ten fingers to those chicken
Bones, limp sprigs, garlic bread
Crusts (“Scrape your plate!”)
Forget?
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