words – other animals

the wind by itself won’t shuffle any new words into that open mouth unless you swallow this jeweled spider rescued from the attic of justly isolated children

before the day when the day if
but today
let a song slip through your fingers
find that last breath
barreling toward some release but
the sand in your
shorts the ice cream begins to melt
for a second
you forget that this is the way
the world moves and
that’s not
quite it either there was a kind
kind of light maybe
it falls and smalls and
smaller the world
spins people go
to parks interviews
you hear a voice
but the words garbled
maybe with a
little work but
that’s how it all
starts again freed
from one hole
you fall in another

the homunculus springs up with seven words

boulders and other human words twilight as a verb

blue sky—
she spells words
the dog knows

green apples words of power for the old computer