tone the
touch of
the fingers
to the
forehead
collide
the bounce
before the
balance
before the
ridge
in the slope
of the eye
stitched here without
a neuron the
tail end of moron
marooned before this world
began — begot before
the tyrant storm —
i’ll come to see you
father soon with my
black pants & black shoes
& black socks
black hearted me
i'll come before the hill is
wet before quiver
wields its shard &
wept i'll balance here
in this result of gaze
&hop
before
the harness
pulls
before the valley &
the field converse
let fly & bow this
humdrum stare
reverse
& narrowly
escape
the veiling
hour —
go
embrace the sea & sorrow
you go
& squander night’s pink roses
on some bizarre tip
of an afterlife
go & dream the dreamer’s dream
& wake to all this collar
go & mingle with the garden
touch the children
squeeze rocks from roses
be tinted & painted
with circles & charms
vanish DEEP into
the 6’s & the
carvings
go
& pull
the endings from
your palm
water creatures with
joe mcphee
kissing even the sweat
lest we forget
we are come from
water creatures
still asiding ans
le terre — it’s about gain &
loss the way calligraphy relays a
message displays
repeats
a hooping jump
a stone skipping along the surface
I a flesh & stone & cloth
it is like getting squeezing
lacing the lining dry
cleansing laundering
altering the hairline
the bark of the chicken hawk
the limitless returns
fresh-tailed buzzers
water creatures
it is
licking leaners gleaners
chewing swallowing — even the sand that pastes our lips shut!
what planet is this?
how do we reference ourselves?
where is this point of no return?
pared down fragments.....
empty sphere?
unloading..
clear world
blue world
brilliant decoy
05 |
next