it's called asphalt arranged lazily
cinderlake
i saddle up the oars
i stitch the horse's voice with
another room
the leaves fall by breathing
the conduit of a cat's ear cries
egypt
egypt
egypt
the absurdity of miracles is the
before
and
after
thought
thick
like lamp to
quicksand
quieting alabama hands
we constructed dioramas of
diamond sutras
swamis
the mamas
and papas
songs we've never listened to
the hiss of a
clunky
awkward
tape recorder kiss that
smells like seventh grade
or
omniverses etched in wood
curses under comforters
under breath-
taking
bath robe
rubix cubicle
stickers
p e e l e d
off
like candy button ivy
like sitar city sitting
staring
starry-eyed
into the gaping mouths of
fresh
fish
found
luckily
luckily
speech is speed
impede
the stampede
rose
like smoke
the words pull themselves on toboggans
where wall becomes more than
a wishing well
a well wishing to be
elevated
to
ceilinglessness
becomes the bee resting its sting
on the perfectly outgrown lawn of
my palm
the leaves of my eyetrees
0
dance between lines
perceived as lives
crossed like a t
a bridge
a lover
uncovered in an ellipsis
the trunk averting any lips as
wine-stained
elephant elegance
interconnection
two rings
up
a ragged novel held
between legs and
bathroom breaks
the birds beak borrows from
burroughs and
opens doors for its date
the fig trees tries on a cape and
swims under the bellies of
swans and swingsetting suns
sans
sanskrit
writ
roadstools and stopminds
fields of of
elders of mice
might make the
tail the beginning
of
something
seldom covered in ants
where pertinance pecks at sand
WAKE THE OSTRICH
TELL HER SHE IS THE FINGER OF THIS
hand
held
by
unbuttoned
s
t
a
i
r
w
a
y
s
the air weighs
less and less
each moment
still
happening
five to eleven defines "cacophony" as
a closed door
OPENING
a dictionary as dictionary
if
from
delicate
riverbanks one
has t(w)o
CREATE
then
NOW is the pause
scampering cross
timber
CRASHING INTO
ONE
SOUND
that is: