for this have some inclination

sparrow or crow swerves over-
symbolically. a schizophrenic
interpreter to part the swell
of wing. short carpet-haired
dogs serve. the background
window pans half-silvered
across unformed stories. the oil
bird is two swoops, goto one,
lean crook of pallette thumb,
carpal hollow clambering up
air abreast of retrograde
rung

civilization

after wildness why he
can return to her
measurement making
a divulgence w/ her hands
the quizzical a caught look
to reanimal w/out
remove, her patience could
intimate violence, wring
handsome, pulling
the scraps to herself
crumb trail to find
herself home, window
lit, red suitable
darts, diamonds dark

hotel: parameter inputs

1. cross product of ages of window
2. transparent nose flange parallax
3. calibration of fridge ping to pulse
4. rate of turn to Piltdown room
5. look outside; they plowed the lot yet?

something must have happened

desert adulthood

wild pigeons on wires

house brick

window screens

and coos, my young droves

sweet stall

invade.

roadblock

the crowd 
        cried just
give us
              all more
elbows! which
       is to
say so
         what if 
there is 
        no more
room at 
                 the in-.
addressing them,
              the archbishop
of canterbury
        claims there
were no
       three kings
at the
        stable. too,
in this
           tale, he
throws the
            ass out
the window.
          they all
press in.

pandora

secure: thru window latch breaks &
light on going. the sun was in a box
of disease we open & out it came
all the soldiers crates. many
swords.

envelope: transparency seen useful in
hiding the insect among the obviously
we are to rely on the motion of things
to tell us what survives. what is leaf.
what is food. what left to kill. paper
cut. beaks.

outage

 
     egret window

slat blinds
            flat gray
   cast
    aster        gauze

  milky fish

surface
        life on the moon

      fret 
        etc.

muffled

we are surprised by our first
snow, and hug to the window.
our fight is postponed. we posit
one another at surface glass. the prow
of the house continuing parts
open the falling ice, water,
snow layers already aground

pills & water

the head grinding arc
pressure to maintain
smooth stones, the
green ache, a shaft
of pain, a window
a gut, a lark
agape

temple

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

looked   forward

a life

             suns alight


       breath
          strain


  at full length
                    window


    please

mammals in buses, birds in the outfield bleachers

a flock of birds all want
window seats. why should all
decisions resort to the
compass. this magnetic field
is causing the words to
fan about our polar regions.

evolution of the whale 2

a meticulous calculus fell in the courtyard

the sculpture without arms was buried for later

to insist on the apartment of ones & not ones

window, chair, bowl, end table, bed

the bones of the decaying sheep grew theology

temperature was forecast by a doorknob and a spyglass

brief

you cannot come up to a kiosk here in the South
and say you want to rent out a Big Nothing. might

as well ask for a breakdown among those murder or
killed in action, in intent, in malice or in spite

of aforethought or predestination. for every thing
a category, as our founders decreed. we have time for

one more question. in the back. i cannot say. we were
trained to kill or capture the enemy. maybe try the next

window.

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."