2 day

[Two is a longing & a hundred effortescence/ think how] make shift / What adornments musty trimmings since Christmas is only plus plus days aways Julia is pregnant/ texts cervix updates it looks like today is not the day  / I’ll make a poetry hat and head out vastly seizing me aboundaries / this my critical arrangement of economic gardening: …

7 day garden

the light is plaid windowthing a flare sitting on my head a little duende / weeds almost touching riverend to end / ‘our boat’ is no, we paid for the time entirely bob- bing wooden nose, aft, never do we dance, growing upended rosemary / thyme in corn cans, bean cans, green wire, orange and dull pots, as …

48 Pussian

Forty eight Prussian nights dot her; this one. Nights around her nose and mouth. Red waves thru them. Night making eggs and blueberry waffles. Night spilling water on the table. For no reason. They were in a cafe, their friends there.  She threw the water. Afterwards was smaller, not at all what she would, stretching …

o/h ow I/l ove/n o thing /more/t han/t o/ be/d an cing/st ill

I have a flee/ce my war mest squa/re  shawl tour/na/ments in v/elvet laceandhose, horseradishes, no/dules & my sol/vent new england bat/drive down It/s my worry-ish prunes that do me, Hank/ies folded slap/dash over Nike wire/frame mice- cloths, a little ear in general.               Tympany anyone? & they’ll say: I have this p/ion/eer woman/kind of furn/it/u/re/bod/y. It …

100 Days

I would like to introduce my brass career of light. It is a project manager. Mothersticks hit the side of my mywigwam. Between peices of leather, light lines. Three steps off the road, a barrel cactus attache. She is a weaver with a loom and everything. The Theory of Tables by Emmanuel Hocquard. Opera day in …

68 names

For how animal is eating a fig, on wheels or rails, acorns, how delicate etc. and continue adiatic, my unyeildy boots, you towing, nevermind, then rolling stop, as ashes as you are you are the plural of bluegrass in bells these patches of felt since when alelluah ah– and anna lay herself down beside me, …

61 Uh

No pigs. No litter letters nor whails no sign for my llama, my llama or me sticking a tongue in your fur for what signed for propped up on the fencelight. No haystacks or barking abroad. You know. Lawerence with his finger sandwiches says pst pst we are going and now we are shod and …