- Where do you come from son?
of mouth curls and blue
you birthed us all
you birthed
happy to see you/ what did you bring us
people
curled between air and light polished by
the rain
"there is only one and thou art
that" murmuring
all gold now sagging your ears
behind the crease of a door
the chatter the babble
its absence
turn the knob
maybe while the daylight he gave you
shines your mind
maybe one day treasured and obligato riding he'll ask:
"would you go to the movies with
me?"
another day I'll see him staring a stranger
between wrap and body
the curl
and the last head roams the streets for
mother
muscled eyeballs into a crown of
sunflower
insisting I wear the clumsy for lady
this is where it all started
piles of data choking it
the hushed up disease
a prickly convention of stars not yet
recovered
a blind man's glove promised to the next
I wish to steal
that one will do --
mother thug
"did you sleep well?" to please
him
our lady of the flowers' smile between
teeth
still a problem in his pocket
gold and bamboo the returns reset the
clock
and please don't the parquet flooring
sand whisks away the particulars
husband notations sand even
where the piano grabs
a ceramic container
the legend is wide eyed girl posing a
slice of watermelon
the red the black filling the green
undercoat and then
she'll spread for the wake equipment -
they'll say
she's as pretty and fresh
turn the knob
a pair of peacocks into the sun's female
blue in the bottom combing the cresting
lit up to an original what have we now
one may breed time here
and now you start again he says loose
skin and hair driven
the vein on his leg screaming age/me age/
mother
growing as he pleases lisping
the gray error in his boots
bound to a non-manipulated knot
the flue of summer pressed wheat
a grip of tin soldier over ground
I down slight signs
would rather die than be extinct for
pretend
grading inch by inch for gender
- I have no frames for you but the room
is ready
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plain curtains addicted to the ceiling
light for fun
for afternoon card table instinct to go
with
the arm and eyes software
- grab me and undo my sister
arms and eyes in the lean cellar and a
slit in the cement I breathe from
growing hairs for the historian for the
upgrade forcing the historian
to sell a do-it-yourself lease and
inhabit the profits --
the overhang of his rule
he's re-piping for love
between us a correction sign
please don't leave the linoleum
convenience of revenge - don't
the linoleum sliver of moon seeking a
shape just because
the unseen portion weighs
contamination
please call the manager (cold) for where
it pulls the hollow
like a priest or mule severed from his
kind I need glue -
flashlight glue - toilet paper and good
scotch for that
daily hempen with the yellow bloused
climber
hit and crushed cactus in his knees
grouping the plaza bible church
the town keeps quiet after him
summer pressed wheat
non-manipulated
remember
Lord and have mercy/
Lord
have mercy
blood I produced but could not bid I know
does not run the rule of the box/ install
install/shoot where only dust is Lord
remember
and have mercy Lord
mercy down me for what you're left with
a cookie cutter's hands bathing
our story red and suburbia
red for song
protocol
paper
plastic
leather
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he
rules his own house
to love is to shorten the distance
between what you have
and what you don't - and don't want to
go weigh yourself your destination the
temperatures failing
a first someone's baffle in the describe
oh what's the use
the camera's on her now you understand
she had a future with him didn't she?
a perfect hairdo
I watch
the decade slip covered and stamped icon
icon click for the processional double
double click and love is there
so is hunter/warrior braids
I
chica chica boom
chica
boom
a bridge follows across your replacement
the trees unequal to half your patterns
the rest - bird - halved again
for the additional
love is fruit
stylized and wasted
still hoping
it is day 2
you = female I
the last head
still liquored over him so
much closer to bitterness
paling her two minutes' worth
philosophy of woe
a few yards away Seraphina ready for some
more
unwelcome wake up calls looking composed
the hooting pleases her
I stitch you stitch you a lie 11 times
each way
a wagering of heels pronouncing the road
to hostage
most thinking banished
hear Lord have mercy Lord
the clock ticks the icons burst for
encounter
too much snickering too many oops and
ughs
retail for less than the proposed
eventual
and Seraphina still at the window
conditioning her sutures
suture my mind Lord and tell me a story
the
little boy saw a rose/saw a rose in the fields
he
neared the red rose/to pluck to take it home
the
rose was full of thorns/it plucked the little boy
go
home to mother boy/go home boy to mother
home - boy - little - plucked - saw
mother and yeah!
every creature of god is good and not to
be refused but
refuse old wives' tales (bodily exercise)
till he comes
attend to exhortation doctrine read read read only
to ward God your buckler your hightower
he
delights in you
I leap over the wall and cross the troop
lines
I praise him for I am of dam di di di di
di
di dam di di dam known
to him
ever since I was made in secret
in the pink (neck)
of my enemies
this is the day I've prayed for this
unfamiliar between my breasts
softly sucking green to the red in the
fields
softly stitched to my inner plates
and when they hear me --
lay
your life on a deck or lay tile
or
lay deck tile then dance
dance
the deck!
like divers' weights I balance a palmful
of ashes over my chest
my sins a scrim before me
smoke/
you should be smoked
searching the animal the ransom
not a novice lest lifted it falls
with a candle the animal
one luminary excuse
crossing borders
the ransom
one
luminary crossing
curled between air and light
yellow orange
crossing
