1. This particular accident allows the place where a bird was joined
and the sound a footprint makes retreating––
shadows folded neatly against the execution wall.
2. I drank the gallon of thunder I’ve been sleeping with
and the trombones made a nervous storm
grateful for the distraction.
3. The man too was purified and marching along
with the tear-stained trouble that followed.
My charges weren’t adequately pressed they say.
4. Come here now, they say, gone when they hear me.
If you want to be ignored, use a megaphone.
Others say girlfriend they say sex and.
5. Breasts, they say, two badgers in a sack,
dissecting weather. Anatomy appeals
to the old butcher in all of us, but secretly.
6. Worshipping the diction of apparently birds, and
the squirrels are broken, and my toolbox is filled with peanuts, and
I was standing in front of a horse trying to figure out where the beginning was.
7. Hope might not leap so eternal if we knew
not to hope for the further thing like
a memory of comfortable lawn impressions.
8. Alder me vertical, sleepy Nature Boy,
looking down on a cloud stuffed in short shorts,
someone admiring me once said in their own way.
What they do doesn’t matter very much.
What they experience does.
9. Purple-blossomed lungwort’s mottled hankie leaves
anticipate a sleepy kind of milk faith.
The fence in the river separates when from deliver––
entrance before arrangement, a warm sleeve.
I don’t have to go away now.
None of this is about me. Neither are you here.