Cloud Versus Cloud
Vast vs. Void
The moment of Truthing.
People telling people through ski masks, Hello.
The anger of swans.
The sadder gallbladder.
The removal of everything harmful from water.
Dogs loving dogs.
A weightlessness question.
A question of patience and what will make good.
The goodness of a promise.
The translucence of a psalm.
Three sharks in a phone booth, two in a stall.
O infinite pieces.
A throat full of wishes.
Gods loving dogs.
The removal of stones.
People telling people through a glacier.
The angry Beautician.
The goodness of swing sets.
Shark vs. Hearse vs. Grapefruit,
The challenge is Everward, fore and back
and side to side, to sea to shiningsee? The blood-
metal grill tools and trees on their heads
on their sad-looking leaves, still greeny but ready
to turn up and falter to colors of gravity upon thee
and me. A blue or a redness in the eaves. It is true
or is it true?I would like to be an absent creator,
but my little girl reminds me of my role
responsibility. I take in her energy, light-speeda head
the color of violets, of simplified piglets and knotting.
All my life is oink and moo, wingspan fluttering
prehistoric ROAR! And suddenly, I’m thinking
of you and a series of questions. O what means this,
and who? I answer the first one and become myself
a cartoon, a surrounded by starships, an out of my faith.
Tell me what a cricket thinks and I’ll tell you
to remain under cover. Who wants to know knows
better than ever the ambulance singing its wipeout ascension.
Emergency decongestant. A zone of drunk cars. Whoever
among you is a grapefruit in sections, let him be
a face mask into the meadow. You be a sand-trap, and I’ll be
incredulous, a wildebeest sucking its last on earth.
I can feel it pinned against me, a carnation very close.
I’m telling you dearly, as best I can amok. Cherries
and lemons and cherries, no luck. What happens here
attaches to the people I love over there, and so goes off
to consider its freedom, forgetful of my wired wording,
returning this warning to carry me home. Beachfront property
or anvil clanging looselywhat it all adds up to
is a rusted in the forest on a hillside, washer and dryer,
warm freezer full of meat. Or it’s like this:
along one road I often drive, a nation of deer
go missing in the moonlight from throwing their bodies
against me (and thee). It’s gossip has destroyed them
and too inattentive. I return to the view off my back-flip
aesthetic: half-inflated kiddie pool, squirrels running
recklessly, the face of a starlet. I wonder is it any wonder
how the best of us keep shifting, packed in like bristlings,
our thumbs to console us? To attend is to be present,
and to be present is to be accounted for in a controversy
speaking gibberish, when all we ever wanted was a microbe
to stand on, a little lamb to come baaah and go
singing its song. I feel I’m on the edging of a blanket
industry/apparatus, a series of possibilities
if you’ll only play along. I wish you whatever’s
behind conspiracy number three, pulled as it may be
to immaculate confection. You deserve it, so
crushing, and over the embankment,
then busting my piggy-bank head with your wolf.
Gather your winnings. Step away from the ocean.
Soon I will wake up and find you.