The naked black branch silhouette
Outside the glass is perfect
Against a church rooftop
Which is made white by
The brain gasping
For music in a million
Armed and eyed solitude.

It is fork synapse white like a billion
tongued Amazon drawing new
confusions over dawn's shock

On the beige flanks the burning
white-bricked six O' clock sun
On roof and eve's tops
water boiling by the
wind
who licks in and shifts
the walls of pure cobalt
Each of us is a
monster without fault

I will sit brooding for like half an hour
And do nothing
Like trying to ovulate into a jar
I'll blow smoke and stare at the sun
recite Russian poetry to insects
and do nothing

They say it's deer
Deer that change shape
An ancient Whitman
they say
caught one once

The woman who would not wear fruit
to hide herself like Eve on stage
refused to wear the shoes a
hermaphrodite gave her

She ran thru front yards she
ran thru bedrooms the
shadow she gathered from
the oak will keep her

sanity so long as she holds
the right note in her chest

The excavations on serpent scaled cliffs !
Close to the cirrus !
Here
Blind wings must labor for
****** adventure
They spin like silkworm into language holes.

Yes I mostly destroy things
Mostly myself
But that still is not enough
to satiate my lust and
weird Roman pride.
Old Gods.
Bring blessings on every member of my family.
Give them passage.

she says my mom thinks she is young
with etiquette that stems from a long
birth against being watched

long drives in the city to the country

sleeping in the car with empty stomachs
painting the next town on our teeth
like orphans of privilege

giving birth against books
perfect time given the nature of
all orbiting satellites