like dharma. like thrown lead.ransomed  .like a hostess with a gun to her head stone. carving metal casting dry mouth hair ropeand as you.            shrank
backwards into the sea.to taste the salt that i become. head around bone thumb entire histories of shoetiers into the innocent briars.like the hairs- scrubmust mosslust.under your fingers.each breath shoveled on
like.every single unregulated prayerdamaging us all. though i stabbed
away greedily-   verily, we could come back home, waiting for the
crash
that never comes.thrushly.tearing awaythe sick branches . tumbling down the
stairs unrequited
and

convulsing.
*if i'm the most interesting thing, than we have a problem.

Deranged reflection in the pantheon of
Spoons
Dripping dry by the kitchen
Sink
Flashes across the unknowable
World that wraps around every tiny surface that has ever
Been.

Buzz buzz.
Come the particles ,
Like electric.sand into our
Squinting
Gaze

and we’re running out of dreams
to usher
into
being
at the edge of this here parkinglot .

at the top
of the
hill

and
the tip
of the
tongue

it’s all roll into neutral from here -
       go easy on the breaks .

the black paint chipped perfectly from the brass eyelets around the drawstrings of a good pair of grey sweatpants-
a spectacular measure of time and the presence, there inhabited.

*******
**** on
but what ever you do, keep *******.

//my hollowed out coyote heart .

Both freeze atop the cliffface’s edge to
stay
Hard.

Taunts me
Into
Unraveling waves

.


I seek
D i s c l o s u re
    inside your

Folding
    Pattern.of
[ wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww]

Is a shattered cathedral  .

Through the dusty air, hot light
Skitters across the corpse-cool
Glass

In perfect, manicured
Disarray.

Is for everything to bother you.

A grief
To
Last

Light footed across your thin carpet of storm clouds
Each toe-touch flashing lighting across the world-dark sky

In embers, you fall to me
Your hands, like watermelon seeds
caught in my throat

Your eyes, gloaming in that fractured world- without me.

We are walled-in peoples
We are isolated from each other’s history

We are lost to the timeliness of actions against our well-being
Now,
At the uneventful death of all human love

it's ******* you over like the memory of a 7th grade dance.
lissome where it hurts.
dreaming like a hallway.running hot from throwing up over the railing.

chest-wet
and dripping into the ringing of my ears.
your slender limbs fold over themselves for convenient storage.
i'm
running out of options in the smooth outside of your fantasy
                                                                ­                                rings- many digits a-caged
i've fallen down before you.

stuck inside the wills before you touched your lips to my fingers.
i am repeating in your forests,
dark as they are.
before the world is lit,
i stumble, blind enough to the lake. and the
unshod calling that bids me
                                      to you.

and even now, as the grey waters wimp away into the other side of the opening - the frost that stays close to the dew          takes lives.

The ultimate thing?


You use what ever you have
You do what ever you can
You artifice Art

No more -no less
Nothing better has ever been attempted.
Attempt it.
Every single second. The world needs it
Hard.

at the separation
   between
ends

door chime
of the next Thing

hop on,
bunny-girl

hop on

guns in the snow
write stories that stick around
until spring.

braid together the stories inside (y)our  bones
like                baskets
to catch the castiron inside the earth
before
our casks hold us
with this sense of duty.and all the ambivalent observations of a longstanding preordination

cuz
  this is our cumulonimbus
   and we are it’s
nascent precipitate, trembling.