a purple apple tree abides

on a zephyrous hill.

wearing undone blindfolds

on its branches.

blown naked in the trust of

her figure eights, when they

came of her eyes.

as a pair of hands exchanging

crowns, to marry a Self-contained

undulation.

whose flux will never fade, with

the shock of imagining whose light

has suddenly been thrown on.

it's June###

(if you lie awake,

trying to pronounce June,

in NYC).

****-whacked by flies.

a handball court taking

pains to paint both wall to ball--

black and white.

halved in cold heat on impact.

with a glop of grey.

sparing players with a stroke.

as the backs of blue buses melt

and bumble, into a wealth of streets.

sanitation blowing those types of kisses.

with wheels going round and round,

de-ranged with reup and rot.

through spry sticks assaying

trees--wolves are being disseminated.

fur locked in bone, held together

by the howl of the gut--incontinent

with roaming country.

showed blood in blind tastes--squaring

packs in ravenous circles.

wearing unmuzzled ring-marks

of blood.

a fast has come

where the essentiality

of food, which comes

to mind with all its

delight, is waved off.

for the spine to align

against its brood of corner

walls...and watch night eat

well into day.

nauseous with sight come to

the fore.