crow pecksinsidethe rib cage of a rat
nature
Different expectations
bird tugs worm out of soft groundworm does not think “this should not be happening.”
Melon
somewherein the biofield farmhands announce you buttery blondeand sweet Mcintosh apple blushthey gather around your crib of turfand hail you the prince of the underground they revered you the well-rounded one
Proof
Beware of labelsthat claim to be handmade in small batches By humans, what isn’t?Is it good? Ask that instead.For God-sake is it any good?
Prince of the Underground
somewherein the biofield farmhands announce you buttery blondeand sweet McIntoshapple blush they gather around your crib of turf and hail you
Butterflies and Other People
For two years, I lived on the edge of woods, on the outskirts of Chattanooga, Tennessee, between a sewage plant, an American Indian burial ground, and the state mental hospital. Outside my house I saw a butterfly, the most radiant being I had ever seen — blue and black and ivory, incandescent. A friend later […]
In the biofield
farm hands announce sheer light your cantaloupeblonde hair the way vinesrelax over the necks of grapes
Spider Bite
a kissso patient still in themouth a seedcrouching stinglessbuzzing coveredwith pink and emeraldbeadwork
NO
Frost on the ground,Condensation on the window.Maybe something brittlebroke along the way; I’ve learned there’s no such thingAs a perfect triangleAnd now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Between seasons,Colours indistinct,Painted life in shadesNot quite of grey, No stone to be castBetween guilt and innocence,And now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Water on the […]
