transpire

numerical obstinacy. the network is
full -- how spiders determine to
hijack a tree. the wind is full
of wood.

confetti

breath twin will surface
fates assembling spiders

                   orbitual
navigating the head

crosshatching
             of air

grinned full of loose luck
fastens on the tawdry sparrow

august

horizon companion. two for the price of thee. when
was it that the prehensile were coming down only to be
full. again gibbous not quite cut and quartered. fooled.

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

a full weekend of work to do for having put it off all week and now saturday morning look what i am doing

"Perpetual optimism is a force multiplier." -- Colin Powell

you are made up blocks each
everything i always wrong.

you are not a fucking prophet you
can't say fuck in prophecies fucker.

the head will work to be body the
limbs will suck at organs my
blood is always hurriedly bored.

sign in the perpetual reel hope
dragged back at you circuit
of single twos of arms.

head cold, all ahead full

gallus gray, callous clay, heavy
lids, to turn the head &
water sloughs from the lips
of the glass. the opening. the
coming to.

shrapnel

a word & he was birded
then burdened away

sack of shoes, sack of limbs
suck away on his bottles

the f*ck of his gunned,
grinned full of loose luck

precipitation

well,   we    get   so
tired in  the evenings
now.  have  i told you
i wake   up  every day
with   a    nail right
in   the T3?  i    eye
 the percocet  withall
the      old      lust
full        half-hours
turning           soil

triage

the fins grew back so easily & under the
covers the cycle of emerging

the dream of ash & glass in
the corners of elevators

flotilla of winter fluids
mind full of jellyfish

separation anxiety

the haunting dirigible, there
was only so much time before
the silver was done collecting
& then the exposure to light
light grey, grey, & grey there
is not much difference between
the sky, the sea, the skin full
of whales, our floating on the
line between. the motion weights.

eventually

white coughs on the black bough.

bare skin, wood floor. days of the week.

lark, blinked the second eyelid, circle.

dried mud. belly full of whales.

white undershirt. polish a pair of shoes.

aye eye i I

in the
beginning well
i was

a word
under sea
level. syllabic
pressures mounted.

these descenders
turned out

as good
for flesh
as water.

I emerged
in a

mouth full
of air.

looked   forward

a life

             suns alight


       breath
          strain


  at full length
                    window


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