Retrograde Monday
Irregular conversation; distressed axis
Sunlight riveting autumn leaves
Dance out of step, distract us
Shaky shapes of the holy mother
Church lips; sin-tinted sigh
Only a God could love her
Hedyloidea: a caught butterfly
Of Slink, sinew, childhood rhymes
Hers a pressed smile, run by Time
The Stations await, the cattle call
Shuffle on soot planet, entrails et al

Imagine they never said anything,
The Memories:  the eyes, the fingertips
Imagine it was dreamt, desired;
Rescued fear from sunlit lips

I counter you, Moon
Lazy, warrantless, worthless jewel
I dare you to continue
Whipped, blind calcite mule

Eddys froth in mindbenders
Heated, gesticulating words
So grow the devilish
So shadows herd

My standing is unranked
I chip parcels of meat from the ****
I form, I reticule, I eviscerate
From the highest hopes, I jump

Fury, fury and birthing nothing
Empty arms, silly songs, Eyes
Alight for muscle, touching
Bird chirp pleasantries
Sir, church, Momma, please
Landlocked disease

Why must you look toward
Forward?
Waif, figurine
Roller motion
The notion that you
Clink when kissed

The old wanderer, resuscitating
Time, the sunlight
An impure wine
Wrestling Anger, the Fight
Missing you, Neptune
Like childhood

Some right some new
grew cavalry
I do not have a heavy foot of gravity
To plight climate with money,  breeds
leave the glass buildings for idols and Thieves
let the spurn of my childhood taste like ***
and mint leaves
The sun never excuses its insolentry
I guess for death sins that never leave
All my sister, her rhymes
That enlist her

S O L  I  T A R Y

It was a downward trajectory
Like poetry
Sifting the salt from the universe
Forging the faces of her and me
Adrenaline bands, the Kuiper belt
Argonaut planets beginning to melt
The atmosphere, our feathered slip
My sister’s tired, losing her grip

I N ST I T U T IO N

My grandmother’s hands twitching,
Neglected
Winds, they anticipate interaction
The elected
Words they carry
Like Vericose, Pulmonary
She’s scared, these
Hours... they mean more presently
Not patty cake or finger paint
But moons of Jupiter, Saints
Relax, the next breath awaits
I miss your Angel Food Cake
And my bare feet in your creek
And scooping crawddaddies

The great lung stirs us
Small hands shaking rocks
Let the rhythm distill us
Beneath waves that froc

Hunters, smiling
Hone spear heads with granite
And gunpowder; and artillery
Dear God, why give us a planet

How to build a boat from tree
How to leave the sands
How to turn the oars, free
The great lung, of clouds, demands