the cows sleep against the hills

it rained today so lightly on my elbows i took this picture. the cows sleep against the hills. there.

The Poetry Wigwam

one
twothreefour
wrens

north stars
south stars

bopping

texas another

feathers far be they
herons talking talking
diminishing ground
water levels

eunuch

the beat

ground go weary
heretofore
gentle white animations
upon


heretofore oversensitive

swallow

swallow low windup heart thing swallow fly over my coffeeshop little black middlefold heart prop on my back of the boat a turner-over a dark card flipping up you swallow up and over black coffee the moment is only for a moment a swallow passer a slitted pair of shorts a lady heeding her handbag having never seen the swallow get over it this is a building just a building you a swallow only a little bit

turtle work

One out of every three turtles even swimming is one is in one the out one is a turtle his black back out is even keel and smooth is as it turtles to, fro one fin at times fin as ever swip thru the onward pond is a shoe in turns on takes off the turtle spits heaven knows whose thoughts are whose chewing in the murky glaze what a tuner one is turning the radio on after noon radio on

rays of heaven

headed into. in
the stippled presence of
of half-things junk
a squirrel white & grey
the necessary is

identical. identically present.
it is

threads the squirrel insisting
be exquisitely altered
see altar, hairs
headed

valor

rays of heaven stinging
his tail gold a hologram
rises
hath taxonomy
standing
water

eyes vibrate along the line
of green and grey shadows
the activity
of heaven
essays

runs on

laces up w/ little bones commas sticks
doublesided paths

in the wet leaves of
on the wet earth of

obelisk head as any one
thing would look outlying
the rake pulls back
the rake

earth day poem

god said secrets are stupid and then he created earth he flushed one for number one two for number two he made a buzzard machine he folded the sea together he unfolded it gave us this architecture of birds made us wait for what he created lies he hallowed his own name when you think about it he volleys us on jesses and we are paper squares we breathe up eat earth up but come back to his leather hands he said so so we try to say so the wind picks up water oaks our grandparents die we wonder if everything’s already been said if ideas are exercises the way of the worm is the way of god the earth is interface we likes not knowing we dislikes not knowing we itches in ditches foretold us

The Swan of Elegance

how to play the trumpet point it
into the trees, trees, bags they wave,
we pretend not to exist as they tell their story,
sorry story, diminutive spaghetti

my ears are anointed orange they are lima beans, puddles
puddles in my gutters
telling me every time, every evening even
when the dirt is cool, bland,
I’m shaking. this
is a gumball tree.

(affluent muttering halo.) hello
swan. it scissors in, blasting
that, spit, twit, error. flanked by pterodactyls, picnic tables,
Trumpeteer, cover me with lichen. you cover me.

imp ire

bread island

wet sponge you grow rank at the wheel
of your discoveries.


Tie a tie in
mirror
more
mirror
we whip it up, bursts, we are pirates, primates, squash