salsola kali//

you are moving details
sleek, as a corpulent box
meek, where you wish it lost

thighs burn above the western highways–

s pestifer//

shots of Russian squall
harvest the harrowing ball,
of which you think exists

far away from rolling hills disarmed–

s australis//

barren thoughts are juvenile
you are not beyond approach,
barely brightest green

mice, bighorn sheep, nor pronghorn eat–

s iberica//

whistle from salvations fringes
kick doors of perception,
off thier cataclysmic hinges

where your titles dragged dense bones–

s tragus//

full bodied, the girth of a thousand minds
nine inch nails in an inch of thick
we all feel like being the same

be a spur cutting dust a new name.