Recovered Notes on the New Planet

the sky moves so fast a fragrance like marshmallow

what I thought a purple crystal dissolved in morning dew

evidence of the old civilization if the light is just right on the microscope slide

meters into the crevasse wrongly assumed it was scree

fields like maple syrup over a fresh argument

a language I’ve yet to master sneaks into my notes

returning to a previous marker an acrid smell sunken ground

stuck inside the tent autocorrecting hail

rivers like a laughing bandage to forget the insults of rock

the way forward often loops around in sharpened midday rain

what I wrote on a rock ran away

this mountain like melted gnomes who to name it after

a quiet spot by the river eaten by these mineral teeth

the silicavore’s thought projections jostle the rover’s gyro

a fine web like cotton candy spreads toward the sea by evening

I think there are dogs in the clouds

a dry brown leaf and voices in the wind almost enough like home

build a little temple in the well of the clavicle golden light honey fig bread wine maybe this book will run through the clouds we see tending to the is it only animals who live on the mountain

storm in the forecast & all these chapped lips for the best adverbs to fry up this or any other burger so why does it have to fill up the whole page ants build cities with mouths as small as we could wish for

where a tooth unrecognized as rotten should worms long to chew as though a star covered in gauze in the forest shout what from the shadow of a younger life of a beneath centipedes cry and yes still these empty hands in the snow

other people’s postcards

and the problems you carried from home but
with new hats in the shop they said you
must visit after something muttered
about the mountain air some vista or

chirps back and forth in brightening dark cold coffee

though later and once the music mercifully
stopped and after the little chapel was
broken down and the beams
turned into pens for disappointed
tourists the sound of the little fountain
carried us

if we knew where we might go the precious
shell the shadow inside