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