bluegun2.

remember the record will skip
and the glass will empty
before you are through
there are no one
mores,
the cows wander to the ocean shore
the grackle
pierces the faithful sky
the wolf grouches in her decline
the broad metallic
element of sky skiffs a sailing
vessel right through
the loveless hart, and the purest potion runs to
dark
know this about the morning commute, the wheat
the shopping cart, know this
that we, we all are
privileged as the sun to
burn, to
radiate, out here in the
cool weightlessness of our lives
turn heavy and inward and start glowing
until unbearable,
you start exploding.

filled: secrets harden the walls

this measures it
the head ticking
counter clockwise
reflexive,
waiting for the fragment
past to become
whole, (again) contacted
pure- she said: love
like bar soap
or afternoon
chocolate
dry goods
the stuff
vary named
in parcel
i want that package love
(again) but i know that-
that bow box is
stuffed with wax lipped
words, powdery and soft a
brutalizer confection
it laughs its injection,
deep swells the bolus
and nothing-
but dry fever and editing
this (again) bachelor's room
tight as scripted ash
sick with
moldering pansies
and crazed plates
all muck and mild lather
caps blown off pens-
double measure, tranquil
caffeinated leasure, its walls
coated in dawn and resin,
a place for a dusty heart
to cough and bother where
memories die and gather
under unwritten letters.

ante fish, the stone

rearrange capital
intricacies, so much
to lose here in the
dollar store,
she blondes her best
like plums blushing
in the sun
so tired in her
motherhood, and sweet
her hand is as hard
as a carpet knife
and-still-rips the sullen
stitches, upward
awkward
moments frayed
toward a ceiling who's
white heart turned to
grey years ago
one night after
a penny poker
game where time and
money where won and lost
hour after hour until
all lots had been drawn
and discarded, ending
in ribbons of dawn.

kite in trees.

my mouth is filled
with goodbye kisses,
ancient, longing- meaningless
my lips linger on regret, so
often
my tongue traces, the text
of a lost lover, a girl gone
to some where warmer, and
sure, a florida, or
arizona- i know this
is the only stamp NORMAL
i'll ever get from them
the wives of the world-
to brush up against it, that solid
place, and linger on a residents lips
only to be dismissed.

a.) scales the murder makes news when she is free melody.

three octaves, up, or

down, these

old measures,

these skipping stones, ringing time

earnest, liquids, blessed- in silence,

a ganged cacophony randomizes

in her shallows,

the sexless

prince unfolds carp and magnolia

plush, encountered on the shore

heavy beach, caressing

the down town hours

away from the animal

tooth, the claws retract,

the bloodless night

is about to change, the

steal so close at hand.

there.

mathematics round out the
evenings dog teeth
slave to the history of hours
so many multiples, pulled
through dark cloth,
so many eyes in the petrified night
dwell in row houses and under queens
like super market equations,
figuring
the number GRAPE, and
it dense illusions, i know
it was crushed long ago
foiled in
gold and pantry dust
To: Can hours and tomatoes
to paint red over
the sterling black and white
photo time is sealed there, as it
still
pours in.

Heater as fire hazard

In the winter corner
there the
electric coil
riots through
cold near night
30 years after
monumental snows
fresh faced, fractals
proceed to seem
the same, I
have unbound my
heart, mid-valentines
& find no warmth
there for love
foot prints unfound
drawn deep into
snow banked streets-
a city silent buried,
washed under soft electric
glow- motionless
crystalline (my heart
my heart) cold- sterile
refusing loves lustrous heat.