YEAR OF THE ROOSTER

Summer  2005

:

trapped on the median

by waves of traffic a cloud

of seeds circling

:

:

caught in the lint trap

what’s left of three cigarettes

a new penny

:

in the laundry room

foul-mouthed young girls

a shell far from the sea

:

underneath the bridge

cobwebs swaying just above

the swift green water

:

that spring we spent

in the smoggy flatlands

here in a tube of glue

:

where the blue umbrella

sags hail growing clear

as it melts

:

white noise in the elevator

a drop of rain beaded

on my coat

:

five atomic pencils

your panties stuffed all

the way in my mouth

:

in the basement my

nose against your belly

a truck passes outside

:

a strange town

the waitress calls

me sweetie

:

after

lovemaking you sleep

I check the oil

:

vectors of

pressure converge

upon the single value

:

disquietude and

the exhausting abnegation

crow dilettantes

:

late morning the kettle

steams your panties in

a knot on the counter

:

she describes foxes

nursing a small cool

stone in my pocket

:

a sculpture made

of actions and ingested

materials

:

the wind  blows your

smoke towards me

a fresh shave

:

in their pajamas

two girls chase down

their dog in the clover

:

flowing upwards

the pollen that settled

on the windshield

:

home for a

few minutes I change

my socks

:

reminiscent of

a skull your panties on

a stack of books

:

the little master

of artifice leaking through

your third eye

:

don’t worry

he’s invisible in most

states

:

in the June rain

a white spider picks its legs

up from the leaves

:

not sure how it got

there a pinecone in the sink

blue morning water

:

looking in the green

dark for turkeys we

find a tennis ball

:

panties in my laundry

I don’t know whose

they are either

:

a place where the wood

keeps breaking the nail

crow preening in the rain

:

draped across

the television something

one of the guests wore

:

crows in the hot

dusty air the sap crackles

in the pines

:

you hand me my

keys and they’re still

warm the odor of spiders

:

waking in my boots

my socks are missing a spoon

falls in the sink

:

Zodiac Love Secrets

only 99 cents asking about

the eggs the cashier wheezes

:

the places of

reflection become

more confined

:

patches on his

face unshaven the metal

trill of the meadowlark

:

your mother’s stealing

your panties the sparrow

returns for a few seeds

:

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