the lake that was where the castle stood in the lake that's being refilled

bustling city a drunk and I pause for the big picture

sleeping with false prophets I reach for a thread of sun gods

2/3 dark energy I navigate by light

in my winter coat a chrysalis chants in every pocket

lost paradise I sink through you as black rain

the day after he mows dandelions

it got here before me the snail at the summit

red after all gas shapes my beloved dispassionate

3 a.m. Eden time I unbutton Africa's pocket

since the dawn (of time) dandelions

first dandelion nothing like doing nothing

rinsing my eye a belly-button falls into the sink

the world a stone in my throat I bite into Adam's apple

keep me up at night I'll write your name with soft pencils in a camel's eye

global warming winter frogsong

this will / never (already did) change

ethereal as a free fall the echo of stars in brain fluid

before I knew I could be seen world wars

the one (spring thaw) that didn't make it

in a state of grace once again daffodils

pondering solar flares I lit a smoke and watch a bridge cross water

in the poet's stocking the muse

sun dog howling December wind

1772 a quartet of suns over Europe

(Haydn, Die Sonnen-Quartette op.20, 1772)

Archangel Michael a Dodge Viper limps through the esses

exposed i am nothing if not something

Bodhisattva vows doing Sisyphus’ laundry

germ warfare fighting (amongst) ourselves

my daughter's cough echoing Shiki