Timshel
I went out with the dog to
see the Colorado mountains
It was bone dark with sticks
legs lit Bare broken
washed snow on her back Why
do birds suck flowers if
fleas lay eggs in their mouths
wings come run to wander air witch
see the mountains go suicide cloned
woods a social loss cake sack
doom wool lay a hollow coal seam
double-breasted Blue leather
farm down bouquets to see happen
uncle plum got even so he lowered the sofa
for fuckface to lie under
face down my
dolls slept in the well
when I talk to my daughters
the one listening to me like it's 2005