they say

cat got yr marble
lost all yr tongues

two birds with one bush
better than those in a stone

if a leave falls in the forest
does it make a noun

rook of the forearm

again the beak
of words will i be
tomorrow craw
stone

quality

sniveling

bad boy buzz cut

mommy

a star

relinquish pattern

ragout

regrew

disturbed stone

overall buttons

namebrand

at the tone the time will be

plants can
ever eat
a stone
having been
sonata &
bone &
broken water

their
technology
will save us
by devouring
our
song on
the hour

drove stone

the art should be removed, unarted, the people didn't
want it to come with them, unarked, it was decided it
could be buried, hearted, so that it could be removed
later, unearthed, yet the people didn't want this either
saying: there should be no memorials except in the
place where the stones where first made, unbirthed,
forgotten and scattered among the sheep. and this
pleased them, this is how the first walls were made.

colloquial

in the hand worth two
w/ one stone. together.
feather. little told on
a wire. early
catches, flips the
naked as.

dig

stone mason
maison en pierre
purity of purpose
porte de cave

regulation issue

undertaker, the cat, it
comes back, undertaken, stolen
faces stone place
holders, screw on
lids, bottles
plastics

grain for grinding or ground grain

the old brother of
the builder shows me
wordlessly the works,
the wheel trudged by
slow water and worried
stone. brother with no
longer hands for work
but carpal wings, will
take to the roof after
selling some jam of
grist to the Ameriki

card

this stone wall is squat beautiful
let's go over to the other field
we know o biosphere these sheep
carcasses decay as segments of your
sighs but still reek icky; you who has
cradled me seeded this mode of ick
as in my mother's womb, my mother
o it is so squat beautiful to know,
to own and turn in my hands this
experimental mode, you knew was just
for me and the way things go

G! P! S!

choice traversing Petaluma subterrane in echoic
tones causeways concrete manhole sculpt in stone
leap waste plummet rhizome in reticular plea
ate of yet digest and yellowing mass to eat
on circumstances omnipresent no

stolen

impossible petri possible petrification
solid & solid again & beyond solid
body to body to stone, the cry
the arching impossible & the
syllables a warm-blooded backbone
& bird & back again. we're
coming out of the ooze & the
world takes patience in taking
returning possibles.

pickup game

sickbone & stitch, hard
swallowed, bird burdening.
the homecoming stone
tied on, a little night
parade & ghostly tuba.
the trees struggle to get
their clothes on & there
are always flags & hardly
any wind & any winnings.

duration

it is the week the hyacinths first purple. low walls of stone still cut sloppy fields, and an old cat strolls them again. they are gone now those who dreamed of sleeping at the tops of mountains and brinks of cliffs. void of people the earth slows imperceptibly, now three minutes from horizon to set instead of two. in dim air the cat falls. the cat too dreamt. of a blur, of flitting brown fur with vanishingly slender means of escape, and its own dreams, of inevitable missteps, of beginning being eaten.