Guilt

Egg-water
stillness.

Salt
of night.

Dog-face
boy.

Maw full
of sorrow.

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Today I
slammed the lid
threw up
the last bit
of fake milk
pushed out
the claws
that snapped off
inside of me
the crescent
moon is fully
waning I can't
see your face
a friend is
a friend is a
word for people
who bump
into each other
then go their
separate ways
Abracadabra!
I make the ?s
GO AWAY
the pens
are dried up
even the red
has been bled
The cotton
woods will be
the cotton woods
again the Sycamore
a sycamore
your voice
in the leaves
is gone with the
railroad tracks
pull the ties out
drive a stake in it
put a fork in me
all the best.

Megastructures

This is my swamp theory, my swallow hole, we are--of course--primates baby, love gestures. The megafauna has gone hydrolithic. The trees are a bit off in the backwash fog scrolling out the sea, floor-spreading. I want to creep my hair off, to spiral out of the bear suit, by jove! I adjust the psi in the bear-pod, bear-butt. I'll show you light, lunar, blue wave, white flight, lightning, flora-funk skycap herd-rattle parabird superfugi the city getting squeezed out the glacial mill. I will show you deep fur surging.

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.