2

You never
sleep anymore
what with
your eyelids
glued to
the break
of another
tail-end day
closed from
swinging doors
singing bored
blade-songs
sticking in
a stone
for too
long upside
down blood
pours of
course to
the head
where all
of the
damage is
done until
an unprepared
young lag
swaggers by
with the
idea that
maybe I
can pluck
you from
whence you
came sheath
you in
rain and
then I
can be
your only
one so
sings the
blade in
replies to
his cries
in a
calm voice
love is
not enough
I’m afraid

Arrow Left

Bitten frost, the still greener only—lawn the
Upon soaked leaves, dead, the by (unhidden)
Downward head hangs—branches, tree, warbles
She; blade, small, her—with what? Ashes.
Blister, a with wait we. Howl a like unknown,
An of echo the and (dipped hand her has).

There’s a shirt reads: Eclipse and a pad for scrawl,
Two smoke stacks puff children by the dozens
And ya’ll are obviously crazy, just listen to that drawl
As we drag a yellow finch through surround sound
Up and down a backwards headlong, up until a
Michigander Cherokee slips a drip of lemon in
The coffee and two creams and a water, again?
Will it be another minute, or would you prefer it
Go directly to the company waste bin? $5.98, plus tip!
And the Hulk’s face deep in dirt in the front yard
Of some middle class family who can’t keep track of idols.

great release

in a freeing blow)
stricken by lightening, rough
like the stucco of an attic roof
till--departed as a branch
split after the glow; afterthought.
Ward, to
the grief of afterglows. Soft
words slipped under a floral
print sheet retrieved in the
great release.

Plumpfull off winterthumbs
Againstthe afterthought
Ofa pussing springday
Decidedby the lilachalo
Anda pup on yourchin.

Return to Sender

Remember that the end is built in,
Not derived from any senses, but
The end of any sense at the expense
Of an experience. Everything else
Comes from chance encounters, chance
Flounders when it comes to expectation.
The lick of an envelope, shoved into a box
To be sent off elsewhere, where it will be
Received by a less excited party, to then
Get thrown with everything else that’s
Been sitting on the counter. It envelops
Space, until eaten by a can, where forgotten
Materials enjoy the sunlight from the top
Of the trash mountain. Burns in an explosion
Sending off fresh embers. New suns, which
Revisit with a stamp saying return to sender.
Remember, that the end is built in. No accident
That you can’t encourage a greater difference.

Thank you James

Two pills:

the pain of birth

the tear in two

the litter bug nun

to shrug it all off

and a pony to boot.

High nine, a cloud ride.