testing the wind on my forefinger a miracle of phrases

 

 tattered waves 
why must keening tears 
leap as an arc?

 frosty fountain coughing out wars into heads each growing a proboscis

 tears salting a cumbered shell sticking out of cracked earth 

 

 day’s end waves wash into a desert of hairs

 my shadow on impulse walks behind posts

 

 

and like in Pessoa’s room night enters through the window

 

they form and disperse or collapse to form disperse or collapse

in the time of saxophone laden pop songs you bought a brooch and you were sad and it was a seahorse with aquamarine eyes and you put extra gravy on your chips and your best friend had a pet lizard and you liked autumn but you still don’t know what type of lizard it was

 morning fog the rowan nearly a fist emoji

 re-watching the movie you notice the father

 a pigeon coop full of brass instruments

 oswald’s shower curtain we learn to count lichens

 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

  the virus we find a use for werewolves

 the way mustard looks on top of things

 invisible leaves we count them anyway

 man’s ambiguity covering your teeth custard

 daydreaming the insect’s off white flesh

 how many people have eaten jupiter?

 rip in the wind a bitter spray the sky un-furrowed 

 trending on twitter your blood alcohol

 and that’s how I invented the wheelchair

 time’s hero a distant dog’s bark

 with an empty glass she asks about your scalp

 after the vaccine you become the horse nebula

 out of view the box full of bird bones

 writing a sermon the invisible hotdog

 in the big trees a false start

 tossed into a crayon stream live frogs 

 heart murmur definitely numb to scars

 over crystal orbs crushed by five-toed hooves my knees melt on promises 

 balancing young night on a wobbly head the weightlessness of my soul

 of shame and strawberries your carp boss

 death by car beards all rivers being

 knowing yourself as plant elk bones

 the agency of horses dried flowers

 open page across midnight all memories hide people

 

 birth pangs she asks what’s a scapegoat

 

 today being the world you cover yourself in sugar

 autobiography frozen berries that stain a pan

 pocket calculator the comfort of apes

 suburban gothic the only answer ducks

 their morality an invisible hotdog

 the mirror I held up for search lights  darkness in my palm

 stood-up she thinks of the word aquarium

 

up close the ladybird is up close and really big

 at vespers a molehill rises between my knees     

 in my prison frogs sip the sea 

 

 through my bifocals a cloud shift of certain speed

 cry of the loon grinding in my molars

 

 

 like it or not says he blue water colours sheep bells

 parted hair-drizzle broken street lights

 foot stabs a sun dial's soft creaks in the dark

 an ingrown silence coiled in a diary whimpers

 slinking deeper as fish is my soul an ocean?

 

 not believing in dreams a father drops the squid

 beyond my grave a boy of light and milk

 bird feet the night we destroyed the buildings 

 in a dream of potato genetics the strawberry man

 the heron’s heart Van Ruisdael’s brushstroke 

 its song the birch that kills you

 in your dirtbike heart a cow falling

 where the hippos sleep january snow

 independent thought the jellyfish's wishbone

 the king must die three weeks of dragonflies

 perched bird the silence of dna

 w/ the word thursday we fix rain

 the ceiling ab negative 

  

finding audubon’s mystery birds a burdock bulb

 hambone infinity god makes a squid