The Animals

When a crow shifts

into the shoulder

of a pine, 

are you drawn

into the mythology 

of dead spaces?

Does it help 

to hug a dog when 

your heart darkens into cryptic sky?

Have you ever consider 

shifting your embrace

into the attention of a star?

             

       Have you ever hugged a bird?

I am trying to uncover
the cryptic

magic of rabbits.

Astralopithecus

If we could change
our eyes,

the eyes of an animal,
points of light

is all we'd see--
an ape-glitter in the dismal-black.

Love

Everyone wants
to be loved

and this is why
everyone is trying to kill me.

Cats

I mostly
don't trust people.

This is why
I have become a cat.

Owl

I was always
I was owl's ways
I was aloe's ways

those where the owl's days,
                    the good owl's days.

The Super Blood Moon

A star tears
its way through

the terraplane
screaming its purple

and orange wound
into the flesh of Orion.

The stone dogs
of the prairie stand

like chess pieces
on the infinite face

of the high plains.
An unidentified hawk

spirals into the raven-strata.
Beneath the poplar's eye,

the stag-mass is jutting.
When the moon purges

into the valley,
and the sagebrush

howls

in the berserk
armored wind,

the hunter is the one
with his face torn to sky.