Waiting Room

That bird won't
look at me.

I mean the dog
won't even look at me.

My bones are waiting--

Won't someone
pull the sheets off the Yeti.

Ejection

I taste you
in sister estrella,

hear you in the
chupacabra bones.

Feel me out
like a nervous sheet

of eagles--

the brush
stroke of other things.

Walk

We are in the dead
waiting--

break branches--

bones under
wolf petals.

I stare at
the dark place

In God. And
for a moment

we are
twenty something.

Leaving

Some of the papers
on my desk were

really important
at one time.

Some of them,
are faded, illegible--

great
achievements.

I feel like they mean
nothing now,

these heavy
oaken boughs

shimmering
in their flight

skin preparing
for    departure.

Wolfsbane

You are the river
that cuts me open,
the moment where
everything fails.

I just want you
to concentrate me
into ape-body,

but I'm your
humble cryptoid.

Can't I just pretend
not to know you,
that I've already
made it to the ocean,

that your current
doesn't
        spiral
             over my faces.

SETI

Between the wings
and a bird you

made me nothing.

Guttural lion,
phonetic city, throbbing,

oceanic howls.

It's like I was born
to slither out

the plant egg

and wet willy
extraterrestrial sages.

Summer Fling

The turtles have 

returned to the river. 

The ducklings 

have grown old.

I stand in the wolf-
kissed ether.

The lake is just 

beginning to swell.

I don't want
our howls to wane

with the summer,
this ship in August's
   
     setting sun.