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
you trade your eyes for a dog and someone comes by with a basket full of fresh picked heather and you feel glad
putting on glasses you forget to breathe
between the slices of Madeira cake infinity
sowing a child and parent the road worker
breaking forth the moods of summer grass
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
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
