Wading

I am alien

with my most

unimportant pinky

still dying

to phone you home.

My wave
has turned

into a partially
clenched fist.

I remember how

I used to throw
out five fingers

and make my hand dance.

Shallow Seas

Gigantic crescent
moon house,

the coming
of the skull fish.

Scrambled
octopus going,

"Mom, Mom."

This is your
cranial compartment

on Planet Earth.

Liberal Arts

I used to follow
signs like when

the wind would blow
a book open.

But the wind
is never really

the wind.

She was always
blowing the dead

out of her bedroom
with the window fan.

Wax Oceanic

I writhe
under a

blood-scarred

moon.

My
scarred heart

is roughly half

mooned;

my half
moon's thirst

is fully mourning.

Good morning

mysterious

derecho.

Landline

I am
dying

to God
something

today--

to
reach out

from
this Mars

and
touch someone.

Be Blessed

It feels
just like

a baby

deer when
you leap

into

my solar
plexus.

Your

eye cuts
me open

like a river.

Astralopithecus

The birds
have become

just

annoying.
Why

does the bathroom
smell like a wet dog?

Why

does the moth
mimic the monkey?

I whirled
out the coffin,

didn't I?

Your eyes
cover me

like night crawlers.

and the birds
won't stop tapping

the ether.