Peeled himself. Not as gently as he could have. Oh tool. What kind of curve around was that?

The mystic and the child/ Had a mysterious rendezvous/ Once upon a starry night/ Holding hands

Kissed into a darker corner, fulfilling glory,/ no prophecy can deal you a stronger hand,/ whistling

Golden as his blood he,/ charm bedecked, shone/nprecious; an earthbound star.

Mishearing a mortgage company’s name,/ I picture a charnel house, bones for sale or rent:

Wild honey collected at dawn./ A blossom tree in a ghost estate./ Metaphorical

waltzing through my mind,/ Tchaikovsky welcomes me/ to bowler hats and beards/ pianos

Everything becomes common to itself --/ a stick, denuded of bark, singular, and gray;/ a leaf

Theres a windmill that stands/ against the backround of drought./ Its heart defies the harsh

I will walk the trail/ for as long as I can// to search for the things/ I need to survive/ that will build

I wish you’d been a justice of the court/ so everyone would speak your name// As they grieved

in the glass shower door/ my reflection scared me// lying in bed with Sylvie/ gray light filtered

Summer is a time of guesswork./ The birds and rabbits/ hunger for every mouthful they can

The spider weaves a complex web/ beyond my kitchen window./ What stems and leaves befoul

I am in search of a word/ that stows away all the brittle silences./ The syllables/ must echo the

The world seeks to know the origin of grief in the body—how a house/ loses everything at

Do not even try/ To understand me/ For I understood/ Long time/ No one is able to/ Just be here

Forget/ Neglect/ Forgive/ The more/ careless/ the quieter progress/ Starved/ Drip/ fed/ Parched

The bridge(,) the avenue(,) trees like staves/ Here we are notes or blackbirds/ Today I looked

from outer space/ (where they come from)// reach a limit—/ thin skin// as if a laugh/ were they way