Autumnal Coming

Leaves
begin to fall.

The deer
have returned

to the light
from the canopy.

Two squirrels
spiral up a poplar.

A spiderweb
and the branch of an oak

come together
as a dream catcher.

This is communion.

Occultation

Beneath the sulfuric kettlestorm lies the lost river of Kame; the uprush of megastructures shorten the intercept time in the projection of the spine. The nacreous worm's-eye spews ejecta into the ecosphere. The faunal assembly is where certain creatures in the footwall have begun to swell. I've lost hope in capturing a good shot of this rusted old tricycle against the weeping of the tesla-alloy outcrops. Some order-disorder in the undergrowth has upset my stomach and I can't locksteady in the mud pot while zonal-turtles pry at the subaerial crustlayer.

The Hominins

*
Come here
antelope;

I will hold
your antlers

in a sexy pose
with other men

all scrolled out
in chronology.

Real tough guys.

*
It is evident
by the shapes

of our heads
that we were

attracted to
the alien women.

Interregnum

False faces

in terrarium.

antlers and
horns.

Burrow,
over shoulder

eyes

resemble tiny
human footprints.

Claw structure.

Habitat:

in the hollow
of bones.

Pelvic gurgle,

pastoral stream.

Back seat
dream-mummy

probing
for the stick

shift.

Sleeping Bear

When the storm rolls in,

I move quickly

Over jagged rocks and sand.

Across the great wild back

Of the sleeping bear.

I follow tracks and shapes in clouds.

I walk under a canopy-sky

Of rain and insects.

In the ghost tree valley;

Shadows climb in the distance.

There are two ways to travel:

In the darkness,

And in the light.

And I chase patches of sky

On a stormy sleeping bear night.

Breaking Glass

Starin’ at the Moon like a Common Loon

The giant panda shines on the surface of the lake

The pufferfish smears red paint on the canvas of the sky

The porcupine understands why some stars die

And why some stars live forever

The wolf loves the wild turkey kisses of the moonlight

The lionfish lives in a bowl full of nuts

And the clownfish resent statements like the later

“you can’t kid a kidder”

The giant clam is the loudest of them all

Swim

Little baby swim

Swim little

Baby

Brine shrimp

Penguins are decent animals

Perhaps I’m a decent person

Orion, make me feel like a polar bear again

I can breathe better in icy water

And in the mountains

Snow leopards brush against my face

Cutting a path in the brilliant white

I float on a dream pillow

So that I don’t have to swim for my life

It’s a religious boxing match with the champions of science

I prefer to ignore it (the fighting)

It makes the other animals leave

I speak with the body

And attack with the soul

The shadows make me feel silly

I don’t need these jaws

Or these claws to communicate

Animals know how to find inspiration elsewhere