You’ve got to Tumble atoms into reaction
Like playing with my wild dog
Like digging ditches or squeezing
Honeysuckle until the smell won’t wash off your fingers
Break the seals off a Twilight
That lingers

Everything builds offspring.
Wombs birth children
Eyes make tears
Skin curls dead cells into goatees
Minds father Fears
Night’s procreation, Day
Itself makes Junk and Fuss
Those unkempt children setting fires
To burn off all of us.

Lungs are His cathedrals, on this night A
Boeing 737-7 cuts a spotlight
between twilight and dream
Gods breath carving alveoli with a 10:35 flight across rib bone
and destiny
It is the curse of existence, trajectory
Neither sleep nor sunrise will stabilize me

A forest; the woods.
Time's apothecary
Mix your hands up to the arms in
Dirt and leaves
Until there's no difference
Petiole and vein,
Recollect Chemistry

Rain is that raspy Laugh of Time
Returning to Earth still again
It is of and in and sews shut Gravity
My breath is the treasure sunken

A sunny field 1977, thistle-trees-stirring-the-blue-orange-sky memory ripened, beaded up
fruit wet between my teeth.  I dream
Childhood with an eccentricity,
An ache and I wonder
How my mind makes up such things
Why from it I woke and can’t go back to
Sleep

Time rides its great steel grate with
the heavy weight the universes machinery
takes.
Hotter than a call house on nickel night
Cracking the teeth and bleeding gums

on the hate.

I muddy bare arms until I can’t tell them from the dirt
and wait
Life, the gray sound of rolling tires;
procurement, parchment, pamphlets

unlocking the gates.