You named the sky reflected in a
dream, named it a wonder storm.  

Spacesuit with a crown glow, with whom I
take turns trying to drown in an inch of water,
with whom I paint pictures of Aztecan gods -
Hold me again like I am a lizard! You

named it mudslide, named it river delta,
named it *******, you named it art.
Call it coyote blue.

Hundreds of canine headed figures
at the window of
seventh dream from spontaneous combustion
hold open their jaws and whine.