glass – haiku and other animals

potatoes planted in glass ground by mouth

before sleep

little storms in my jawbone
squirrels in my fingers

on which the secret fall
falls on

willows and other
memories sold
the fairy tale home

a trail of stars
to shelter fresh
organs made of glass

who needs all this change for the
better bury me in styrofoam

the song crickets compose ever new night blue stars

carefully lifting
the new glass bowl—
my hands on your hips