on the pine floor pine 

 Just enough room for Brazil a thin line in the snow

 sapphire the sophistication of dying

 existing to be viewed the policeman’s gait

 

of course you say it’s the silence that describes the ocean and rocking horses painted blue

 

“there’s no end to water” you hear yourself say to your left foot

 

the autumn gland may resemble a chestnut dog

 

dreamed that I couldn’t dream of turtles in tutus

 

never in reversed sentences I talk

 you the banana before you you

 summer clouds the moods of sharks 

 an ant finds a home in the plastic 

 summer closing and all the things you've lost 

 After striking the sliotar you notice a pain in your shoulder and then pipes start to grow from your face. 

you trade your eyes for a dog and someone comes by with a basket full of fresh picked heather and you feel glad

 above the building’s reflection the cloud’s reflection

 putting on glasses you forget to breathe

 between the slices of Madeira cake infinity

 where the pine's shadow ends elective affinities

 hot afternoon the mosquito’s laconic curse

 sowing a child and parent the road worker

 breaking forth the moods of summer grass 

wet summer morning the morning side of the house 

 beyond the glasshouse yellow light

 clown totem a wheel that never stops 

 becoming a level 60 wizard the level 59 wizard

 a helicopter shot of a helicopter filming a helicopter

 a perfect sunset not thinking about my genitals 

 the nurse's silhouette 9 sharks 

 reaching for the lice the lion as a young farmhouse

 father’s last words: don’t buy towels with faces on them

 

ah, to smoke a cigar to Vivaldi’s Magnifcat (RV 610) and drop the ashes

 

tossed into a crayon stream live frogs  

 clawing at a trapdoor words from pungent glands

 

 teeth bared quiet sometimes

 

 half of the toast limbo

 

 behind curtains what to think of bulbous swaying

 

 city council just pulling  weeds 

 lined up for a drink the tyranny of cupped hands 

 

 crunchy soles how much farther behind pitted clods of sky

 

an ant candied in birch sap in my hand soap bubbles

 

 a heartbeat scored equals a flushed plea

 body matters for mannequins chopped off heads 

 thanking Norway for the wind

 the responsibility of language you google how to preserve sweet potato 

 ways of displaying rocks under a blanket

 the tobacco edge of immaculate births

 after bee teeth John Lithgow grows bleach

 sapphire the land rejects you 

 mood ring are you sure the back of your head exists?

 and then he puts a dress on and makes a cabbage

 startling how it bounces on a rhyme Adam's apple

 if white ridges in my nail it must be Friday

 Kronos had I known who breastfed me

 Venus rising yesterday behind your ear

 an example of cladding a draft wind trapped between flapping tongues

 in a puddle the moon's humbling footfall a poem once

 darkness...with how many fingers and how big a hand does it creep?

 verbs dyed indigo farther (and) farther into loss

 past perfect sparks draped in blues a virgin stunned

 kings fry whelks there winter sky

 under a variant of interest Oswald in Mexico

 the thoughts of milk a clay bridge

 instagram reel a parrot shitting dust

 earth’s second moon the smell of clothes drying

 carrying the flag of Maryland a dragonfly

 after the pistol waves

 friendships with the dead we animate a cactus

 the wheat field didn’t notice you chopping logs

 rabbits, on the other hand I, taller than a whiskey bottle

 a stenographic ape now alone

 frozen wetland our misery being a greek letter

 wheat field in reverse all the ways we suffer

 a small Madonna in the engine room

 horse-man in your future horse-man

 waiting for the subtweet you write your initials on the wall 

 out of cheese and something else we need for

 outside the holistic therapy centre a thick sheet of ice 

 

out of cheese you settle for a wind-sandwich

 after the booster you buy a baguette 

 From your eyes hears somewhat shitty the White Sox

 

out of cheese you settle for a wind-sandwich

 between scoops of Nutella you continue the burning

 500 ways wheat-field

 choose your own adventure pig heart

 with a pig's heart you lift your human arm 

 you peel a sweet potato and then say yes 

in the mustard seed a monkey lands on the moon

 sometimes there is mustard on your nose 

 indifferent to the Uinta Basin Palestine

 at this time of year the trees watch you 

 after the soup he looks at the cupboard 

 in the Clas Ohlson bag his Santa costume 

this time you don't tell them about the hawk 

 elk bones first steps on fresh snow

 the fireworks a day late peeled turnips