pickup wash

you're not big-boned;
your eyes are lipid pools

baby my odyssey
is so littoral
it's riverine

well lash my mast if you ain't
a three-alarm siren

O county fair

children clench
tired eyes apples
sticky soles queue
march starts and
overs breatheasy

derivation

     aquarium of bodies
  de   lirium

             "...blind, do not open
              their eyes for the first
              12 days..."

             eyelid fusionate
                              ani-
      malrium choice

        "...in the tree was the maker, &
         in its cells, the eater, 
                           eater-of-all"

an honest day

obsequious laboring in
true font of rigmarole

crows battened down eyes

the oceanographer

the long sighted swift leaves impressions of looks
partially over border between back and fore ground
swells populating seas--swivel the semilunar heads
perch on luminous reflective wrists parting strait
the surface of blue full frontal bulbs keenly eyes

on noticing the lock of hair

the door peels

the small cracks

the eyes are complete

i wonder, i

making the bed

a closed door repeats
hermitage & the shortening of
days, the brightness of eyes
a trick of light under the ocean, again reveals
the love of browns & salts the
return

hearth

resolve from mist, in the midst
mythotic trees, albino
         redwood
  cheek     roots, whisper wisker
       foundling way by
            whites of the eyes
       forthward
            worth
          fern
          fit

topological

a word & he was birded

behind the
needle legs, the fight for gristle

trickle of black
undertaker, the cat, it

it makes the eyes
attention of the seating, single spaced

snow & drop, fire &
hierarchy of wood

provisional: ends tied together, meet

   hive
his each moment out of water

wash up on thought
shore, surety

sky

sure always is a safe word if yr
planet held

studies

again the trying on of houses, different arms, tin cans.
the heart in a paper sack. your own impossibilities. an
x over the chest of a bird. as if knowing the sun, as if.
the color is delicate here. the best we can make are a series
of studies. so let's no more retellings. the hands are inter
changable. replaceable. the living trees burning heavenward.
the soul coiled in a cup. the soil culled in a bowl. this will
cost me. my blood. my brain. i shall be completely ex-
hausted after the orchards. yes, the indelible x. the certain-
ty of naming during the collecting of names. i color myself
at the eyes. the worry of blue. the consequence of violet.

blue

the triangles on the face re-
present the squares of thought, the
two sides of the brain plug and play,
her turning towards him with the
pallid eyes, the coming around,
the pulling the moon closer for focus

lullaby

are you sleep yet
closen eyes and
dream our you

darken father
belly rub and
starry say

fencing post and
blurring gallop
horsen down

feather moon
curlen bug
okay

brink

the eyes bleach
-ed out, the
bleak brick a
steady stare

king making

devised the scale first or light
once whole begat a shatter of asteroids
could not know by definition no reach
for the concentric peels of degenerate
tree. or monotonic reach of wet wave
mark the beach. intermedial mud
allowing flopping as a qualified
swimming or walking, depending on
the moment of observation. His paths
eyes sear

greater than or equal to

the pacing reversing

spiraling out of

domine

determine

heavy on the eyes a distillation
of the pollenate particular when
distracted i came clear & re-
nebulous there is no center
but many orbits

to clean

one hand to spin & one
to measure &
one

cut deep one
motion head to tail

the glassy eyes

plagues

it makes the eyes
blue the sand
sky and there was not
one household that did not
know death the birds
hung from their
little nooses
swung and the heart of
pharoh was hardened
they said heliocopter when they
meant to hum for locust
and knelt

temple

cell-
ular jail sewing
lids and eyes the
celestory window
blinded aspen binding
shut

asymmetrical

          in the breath moment
       momentary wish of equipment
        equipped pulse whitening
     white sails disembarking the smaller then
           small mitochondrial differences at hand
      in hand to squat by the bedside
bedtable growing wish eyes that need water
   watering down flesh and glass

the best of times, etc.

auntie ella, appalled by the sickening pall of the turgid sky
barges indoors from under the bilious belly of the turgid sky
and flogs our gazes, whipping a window wide to the turgid sky
to toss at us the flood of her maw-eyes' terror of turgid sky,
shouting: "behold, and despair, it is the end; the turgid sky."