hangover charges

To
day
is
pills
day
hencefor
th
things're
petals
formy
errors


--

my lay face
is shut up elephant
you are just
a trunk

--

white ones will
finger tips me
my face island
face burst coral


---


Damascus was just a townPeople
went to


--


nov, check
ember, pending


--


Then my little face
traverses grassy here
I am Athens

___


light flips
the flies on



___



this pill is a reef


___


dour sheet
I reflect thee

Leaves fall leaves

I set it done
I set it was done
in shambles of leaves
reflex leaves
they spell
out hands
lay sweetly
both hadnt's
sheeshing
intersticed

a bum on a wire:
owl, old
shawl
when fills the sky
with
leaves
and they bits
they breaks
they speaks /
cudgel the word for
casting effing naked claws
at bay
why sweet bay
my mind ex-
halts
where pelicans fasten
some plural of touching
down,
floating kinds
of hay, sweetness exists
lightishly on the purple bay:
a pitcher of fishes
______r of grass
floating contains
the following

-


nary which simperer
islands his boots on the bud
and a-hars a-here
breathing between threads
a feather wet on his face
I set it done
I set it was done
in shambles of leaves
the following
feather wet on his head
give us the horns
give us the strings
the splash

the wet feather hinges aureole
around us smelling wet
and cold and pure
put the reeds before us
arranging them thus
I know what we have done with



also simper
also fraught
also

must cut
aways, truncate
objections in
distinguishable
smokecoat
ergo
, the less I set it
the less help crumpled
against it, balcony leaves,
shirt leaves, slits,
pulanski leaves re:
letters shredded pale horsegrass
how grasp that scene
in thatch and fuzz
the neutral body boat leaves
I set it was good/done did I

broken island
leaves sweet as breaks
nights light as this one
catena
aureole
the wet feather hinges aureole
around us smelling wet
and cold and pure
put the reeds before us
arranging them thus
what we have done with



also simper
also fraught
also

must cut
aways, truncate
objections in
distinguishable
smokecoat
ergo
, the less I set it
the less help crumpled
against it, balcony leaves,
shirt leaves, slits,
pulanski leaves re:
letters shredded pale horsegrass
how grasp that scene
in thatch and fuzz
the neutral body boat leaves
I set it was good/done did I

broken island
leaves sweet as breaks
nights light as this one
catena
aureole

horseriding

No you do not want to
No you most certainly don’t
Up the the ___ LORD
and push the key in
as round and as soft as you
transpire / look out
for nets, weeks, locale

tit is kind of short
for the future
nation of delicate samplings
swinging beasties
moods
erasers
prefixed
you up
horseriding
un-
horseriding

The Names

The names are utterly every surface engaged. They asterick across our cheeks, heartpump straps, watches, brackets, pins. Let me look at you. Outlet. Names born unto us like holes Pour us they in great lakes dirtywe point at pickles cereal sushi too much bottoms us out our names fall thru our chairs unbecoming. Names snag / yes mam. You ask questions like a real cunt cunt is a name its flowers tagging the wet glass before & still/until our purpose forward makes no aquaintance, no marks on the mirror, on the shit shore. The tongue of the sea. silencer. silence her names in gelatinous fields, in crushed ice fields, in purples and roses, herculean fields so hard to park. I will back up. My name sword onward mitfitting parabola my legs are two names for my life, my fine tooth comb, word.

sonnet on the back of a vintage mountain poem

will not / won’t / walnuts
a because I feel orchard
the closetlight aglow in the heart of a tree
Give away it. will you.
Thethingis
Thethings is
things welt
things is long silt flections
harangue black pieces of
papernight
a zone one-notes upon a carpet
slipfaced
and I this amiss / morass
by sectional, by carpetlight

JOB

smote o
are the oxen
black ewes
the camels
& slaves
your(s)
burning along
w/ yr sweet
sheep & asses
kindlefor
ash dunes
I tell you what
I tell
you

JOB

faintly a shell becomes a hatchback secretes
dark juiceblood & files
thru passive gates of Uz

JOB

& rote Job I,
I do ready
done slit the dark voice
as sparks fly up
I, do my
godly ironing out
put stars on my brain
continuously
as it is long
strings
on toward me
a toad
pointing ish

dirt

orations
 

The Poetry Wigwam

one
twothreefour
wrens

north stars
south stars

bopping

JOB

They his children
sons for every day
hairs, chains, days
They green grass up &
bristle it
grow fur purposes

gentle deer They

yellow here

hair fields, sheer crops

daysshaved off

apostrophe

s

white cloud mountain fish

isnt this blanket question: the sea:

big top of the sea turns white & turns white

at the bottom of cottonmouth sea

onion sea burnt boot sea

the makeup of fish is absolutely

abstract is as abstract as

it rains on

jelly roses

it days for night

the question of metal sequences drags

along

the negative preview sear

in schools

- - - - - - - - tape & erasers

- - - - - - - - hands in schools



I call you no I don’t

southernfacing I call running

along the edges of the state





how long, the long

- - - - - - - - - est number

- - - - - - - - - gives out



- - - - - - - - - - - - touched

- - - - - - - - - - - - , except for occasional light stirring

- - - - - - - - - - - - for years without ever being

- - - - - - - - - - - - the bottom of the surface

shoes

in place in

a stone of water –

a week is stone

each step,- - - - one is

- - - - - - - - - a light unit

- - - - - - - - - a minute


cut your own hair your head

is beautiful household outline

shotgun yellow


yellow shoe stars pieces of flowers

yellow birds shoe

alights the wires shoes they

pair of

waterpushed

ones

square inches

the river is high necessarily high

is long stint square inches river ever

a hyperbole

obviously a blank cart

the surface theoretically available

on the other hand of fish

are the same roundish selves

- - - - - indicates angelshifts &

your basic torpedoes

- - - - - - - - - neon

- - - - - - - - - minnows

to coin a phase

freshwater management

wet matter whether riverwe

consider staying the motion

or onetwothree

edit into

the sea

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

chains of day

askwards what
kind of doggie was

it
it
it

was

a we
stopsign

Wyoming
planet ‘Wyoming’
cold to no

gentling guilden
plains

having said on the phone
‘not on the phone’

Herd the doggies calling them
shelves

drive in you
drivel gently

eat the house

drive you doggie gist
you paid for doinglight
wyoming
sheets of day
lying since
just
on golden cloths

tufts


guarding all the objects in the room
tufts

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