from SEED CATALOGUE (1995)

September 1, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

wanting not to kill

the snail who gorges on

my succulents

 

 

the green apple

on the counter

vibrates

 

 

in the heat flies

peel away from the shade

on the wall

 

 

no words come

pulsing in chambers

the meat dance

 

 

back to No. 2

a scattered symposium

of light

 

 

sweet gum fruit

heaped in the gutter

will work for food

 

 

sun bathing next to

the freeway something

bites my leg

 

 

the shadows of three

geese slide down

the side of the hospital

 

 

standing on phone books

books for the proper angle

a map of the world

 

 

I am the water in the wave of the air

 

 

the house darkens into

the rain I hold her

approximation

 

 

high pitched whine

the smell of damp soil from

the potted ivy

 

 

mind (of)

August 29, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

accident

of

language

 

 

byproduct

of

sensation

 

 

resonance

of

multiplicity

 

 

surveillance relationships

August 21, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

because he’s

green I can’t

kill the fly

 

 

jail

August 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

they make a nice

pillow the orange

rubber shoes

 

 

Spiderman is Superman

August 14, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

you figure out the haiku

 

 

 

in the minutes

August 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

and then we can read about Mars she says

 

 

for my father

August 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

what use are

treasures if you don’t

occasionally

give them away?

 

 

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