between sips of tea we remember the names of potatoes

 morning ember fanned by a broken word the same gerund snagged in his sigh

 

 wind flapping on open lips a hum in darkened ears dying on the asphalt

  

 set apart by chicken eyes the silence in my neck bone humans and stars

 

now the streets are full of people again the rain’s made homeless

 foaming tears reverse when un-rinsed roses starve the eye

in progress examination of conscience grinding my molars 

 

  

 though somewhat not mine in its beauty grazing moon in hide-and-seek with sadness

 

 how often does the eye find a dot in a spider web

 outside the supermarket saturn

from the vietnamese cosplay we now swim amongst cornflowers

 amongst all the injustice blueberries

 lost in the flycatcher’s course erysichthon’s hunger

 meteor shower a beaver rearranges the stones

 

 during the phone call you notice your sweat

 broken in the hinges gull looping on its own cries

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 worse for wear the love of potatoes

 deepening summer you google the gestation period of ants

 south wind not exactly how you see yourself

 searching for lost words in the dust bin I choke on a noisy cloud 

 ignoring the fact that you are a flower they grow a hump and learn latin

 crass woodbine the gender of shared dreams 

 laughing Buddha pockmarked noses night hides

 late for a bulb implant clouds rotting in the onion’s breast

 gulp (not swallow)wildly coughed out fountain wars

 eclipsed in her eyes a thunderstorm

 from his Adam's apple a somersault of tales

 

pollen what it comes down to and hats

 ant farming you notice the face touching

 nigel falls in love with concrete and then dies