He ho

now There was a day now There was a day now There was a day there the murmuring was leaves turned red & flat & rent he, his goat feet towed leaves each hair read err he said from walking up and down   on it / ate ft / he said from going to and fro …

And

& day came stiffening & fixed on Job the lips of the God the breadth of God the brother to dragons the companion of owls & day played Job the Job song nonstop Called in the fields Called in the loam. Called his home A burning carriage A burning sky cut off as the tops …

dis-

quiet night is working cold turkey working little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body is mana / am quite a piece a me my body conducts / wand- erous body am invariably masculine tissues waving aleatory ambigue my body strip of paper is see below is wait station dis is working a gassy rumblestrip body is …

Like Moths

& Let um light (pointing) & Let the shadow belly of weather conflate there /many oaths long still forth we berate the edges of uncertainty halved to stair up his banister will The empire of arrangements Fill hymn The livings things put their shelves together Like moths Didn’t stint Any house has ramps up Lumps …

Uz

I am a child of the east, a dweller of pastures, a goat tribe. And indeed there’s more than one tribe. A strong wind of people blowing up my abode.  It’s rocky.  horrible.  shit passed thru at some point; by wings turning over into blades. My tomb and/or spring therein, “Job’s well.” So say them all, made flowing …