Morning

The sun made
a nice gesture

this morning
when it winked

at the cruddy
streets.

This relationship

is a droll hand.

Part 1

Crow's steam
then frog-blackout.

Eagle's shallow-flap
then thumpfeatherscream.

The bone cauldron's knocking.

Snakey in the Bluejay's Claw

It looks
like something

tried to find
God with a snakewhip.

How can you
blame an instrument?

How can you
blame a bluejay

when he poops
out of a cloud animal,

allegedly,

disrupting the Anthropocene?

Feeder

I anticipate
the shadows of birds.

This house
full of worlds.

Psalms

We live
amongst

this decay

in which
even churches

are condemned.

The first
thing to go

is the organ.

Sometimes,
in the silence

between

passing trains,
you can hear

the earth
reclaiming her songs.

Patty

All I remember
about my kindergarden

teacher is that she
was a huge old lady

with gigantic cellulite triceps.

The big bertha
of birth marks had risen

on her left arm.
My friend Mike said

it looked like a sausage patty.

               He was right.

Silverhawk

The city crumbles

round and
round.

The treeline
hangs

like scrap metal.

The crimson

horse is wheeling

In the
cryptic fringe--

this skyscape undertow.