how to burn June a cinder

these steps are the last the
blue stone gloms to the
shoe holding a firm
hope a heart
beating out the spring like a
step, a sun filed with a
shyness that is
not there, the words that
are the rays of the sun
pierce each smallness of earth
and burn in to
the core some how
to bleed the green juniper
the red carnation out
and then our skin roars
under its violence
which is love confused and
brutal, but love like no other.

ohdearno.

let the pages
fall open
to the answer the
long shores
of each night
crash there
hair colored the
stone monuments put
on hold
the dreams
of morning light
are
dull shears
and the paper
birds eat only
holy ghosts
all day long in the
shadow of
elm trees,
the rescinded
living- the icon elm
brought down by what is
truly grievance, truly
mortal and
pleasing purple tin.

needing to hear each stone rattle

the needle is
threaded with
words, as the
beautiful
terror tornado
is the sound
of a
freight train,
the
capsule is
the first
thing we know
and words
form in the
infant mouth
like steel,
like rails
traveling
west,
east and
up from south to
meet the cool
intellect
of New York City,
a full
inoculation
against manner
and
habeas corpus
and
even
then the linguist
can
not capitalize-
words carve
deep
the furrow
meaning plants
mortal
man
full of death
and only an
artist can
reap its
bloom
before its
final
fruit is
shown.