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nothing from nothing
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your son
the minotaur
sitting in his puzzle
knows every special corner is
for him
wither
with her and so
whither will i take her
whether weather will or won’t i
want her
internet
each morning
i go to the stream
and glean
the magic messages
from the face of the water
and see with thousand-eyes
and careful to touch very little
i pass my psalms along
in quiet paper boats
that bob and jerk down
the course of that
weird, living water
red light
red
light
burned
a hole in the afternoon and
her cherry pulsed at the end
of her cigarette and the flame snapped out
in my mind cause she pulled up
in her coal black
decommissioned Crown Vic
police cruiser thumping her wrist to the beat
breathing smoke out her nostrils
popping pink
bubblegum like her hair
curtained over her bare breasts
check it out man
green
light
gone
Insect
Lands on water
And a leaf lands on time –
How can the leaf be late? Hurry,
Insect
pith
follow
blue caravans
past pale wastes and bleached bones
to the spring in the center of
the sand
morocco
fat, black,
fat-tailed scorpion
trapped, clicking in a glass bottle
in the junk yard
in Rabat –
beside the speckled
tar-flecked beach
.
mom calls my brother
then me
the white adobe
home pulls us
and the glass jar disappears
in a weave of hands
hey, toss my soccer ball back
.
the red god dips
his head under the ocean
so blue and blue
forever out there
beneath the golden purple
angels in the sky
and a white crescent smiles under the earth
accused
who wove
that sick white thread
through my nighttime carpet
and flipped the tao? who dared – which of
you chalks?
Outside R
Out
side
R
does
not
ex
ist.
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