thanks for the retweet my pot is boiling over
brown patches on the lawn in back of my throat
secrets in these walls a cicada buzzing on its back
after meeting with the oracle a new flavor in the blood
the goldilocks zone of regret the factory of leaves leaves
in the north a beetle whose shell reflects a break with our stars
summer afternoon the cloud saga just begun
my untitled document on Saturn yet another moon
like electrolysis for the verbs in your summer garden
and softly breaks on the second sparrow’s song
a fateful glitch in the holographic president’s ancient code
resident devil shrink pixel-small fly out with this breath
October my face falls like a leaf I bow to Orion
he promises black skies and a paw in every thorn
brick wrapped in wallpaper and his stupid toupee
rain through the night again the dream of chewing glass
she laughs as the pink purple flowers of wild mint might
this tender wound from which flowers hope it never heals
white blossom ache in the long bones of the moon
language of dead white ones. Turn the page and
night shift at the poison factory a radio set to static
worms with familiar faces plunder the emotion of lightning
black licorice in plastic dreamless sleep
black by stars: gap in the smile: annunciation
I darken a blank page at night hoping for stars
which tracks an elastic mood. In her sea you see
I see your crab prince and raise an abalone shell
with a shrug America turns a pigeon into a dinosaur
tiny flies furiously scrub a knife of light
boulders and other human words twilight as a verb
failing that another body part can be displayed such as the crocus
spring a girl with a hand-written letter on a leash
to be her long tail lost in the Milky Way
everything
the mockingbird says
with its tail
my mouth at right angles to loneliness a little song
animals you see only when they die shorter days
in the days of the shogun everyone had the same ringtone
a dinner of delicate crystals for the latest refugees
no one coins a word for a group of you horseshoe crabs
thin moon
the bone
in a corset
because sleep is close to death
I’m an iamb
to find my purpose google blackbirds say no
magically repairs vinyl and the color of asters
my soft horns
poking through
wisteria
any other metal would tarnish some sunny afternoon
how long the grass holds her breath
tracks to stay warm in the hollow moon
blueberries because he dies on every page
the here here
amidst tulips’
untidy deaths
the dog pulls me faster in frozen wind the star
cold sun Folsom Prison Blues one more time
autumn rain rewriting my to-do list all day
bare branches a scary movie I haven’t seen
autumn advice for the son I never had
October what flowers are left lie down