bruise fire
prometheus whispers
FLUTES
sees no future (gutted
by vultures)
holds the fire in leaden BowlS
bodies following death
lead to Frankenstein
one thumb
opposable
ONE hand
stitched to the wheel
pushing itself past the water
pushing it
self through ASHES
cooking the fire becomes human flesh
tiny SEeds in production birth
drink MILK and oxygen
the roses bruise fire brood
blood falls
out of Prometheus a BLUE dollar
a red fire detaches
cold blue seeds
in suspense
fire treed Badlands
bad heart seed past dark halls
freed feet wisps NORTH
concrete play land REincarnates
promeTHEUS
body clenches boundaries
is so far and wide
floats fire
you obsess
body's original intellect reaches
(shallow phase)
ON fire faces faith
random sorrow gathers
nomadic acres
bolted down (prometheus' test)
laced down bondage
industrial life
earth ashes dark OXygen
frozen hearted gods
at play throw RAIN
fictions of fire
prometheus
WHO is nameless
no stone Holds fire
spider cornered in ephemeral smoke
broken slant box
peace completes slant
lip glossy vintage skirt blows transparent
in exact fields reeds imitating ducks
gray hills: age.
artist slaves breaking open
indifference
glassy eggs senseless
erasure scandals perfect emptiness
accidentally screwed.
circuits sigh
bean
hybrid box in cardboard
I share regrets:
multi-
celled howls.
ariel's cup floats
seagulls out back.
rain smoothly shows up
I love umbrellas and poem bowls
different statements fill
bureaucratic blanks
my version
of data overlaps.
water.
blue skeins motivate
sheep grinding and peas
fix the view.
the balm itches
you are 100 miles away
I'm handling the cups
(they are
breaking).
parchment girl
all night I just speak to myself oh she said I left you behind
I left you on the doorstep on an acre eating glass peaches
and I fell in love with shadows detaching from stems a seed in
a pumpkin oh wholly am I you balanced latin molecules from
a book life did this to me alone this is another version that never
happens because I am not you only one remembered from
childhood I never slept or died sharp edges felt right a chair
cast into a hole (in a house that I couldn't remove) I burned it
down I sat in a tree I wanted to be blue but I was a carnival
compiling a list of what they heard dead light In martys' cries
I rarely sleep I wander the house takings pills divided into
compartments those are the details in praying (saving grace)
my fingerprints there was never enough to know I remember it
and it doesn't change the little parchment girl stands alone
hollow eyed next to her family cautiously angry she plays
the piano hands bound in gauze throwing her heart out
the notes are clean its industrial future erases the present
I am inflating its purpose but it doesn't understand detachment
a normal product of trees it sits nervously infected
godot's boredom
nature perspective over there
and then
the growing universe
when I disappear/
a light intelligence captured irony
sunsets and fountains
outdoor air
cute raccoons and bears de-clawed
the black hole theater plays
godot's boredom
the infection assures life
brain from spit
I remember the indigo fly 's wing
disappearing snow
I touched air oil fire /devious brain
the trees hang
underwear's body
disembodied tricksters/ paid for
by god as their spy
sun waits for oxygen and faith
amoeba making motion
different pain
the moon blows
out dark fractions
doors open /doors close
this is another creation myth
