A meek man, continually eating
Oh to piss in the air above Indiana
Full of change like a peppermint
Dispersing it now
The bootstrap heart of ecumenical
Kleenex
When the world leaves you without
words sing
Etcetera be the best version of you
Yourself
Are purchased, mattresses
Or something of old iron you are selling
Snake with eye on its tongue
House surrounded by water
Flower: acid notes
The dove of penetrating
silver rays
To Collapse above the ceiling
Suspended by spike pig metal
Carts and broom of long twigs
Bleeding face in curtain drape, the sky
As Formaldehyde rose globe offering
Sustaining box
Saint of losses
lost causes, architectural onset
Seed rhythm reaches over its head
In the bad relief top excavated panel
Being without limbs, she is the feminine
Underneath the east, her end
location beneath One Modern Street
Being a sense of “things places and
seasons”
Awake at the airport

**

Folded up there in a huge pink wad
Bridge of the albino Angel
Vegetative ranch hills stretch out and blue
there
Fortuitous life force quality
An agreeable man with a public soul
Choosing the music
The various bullshit I am not tired of
Yet. Though clearly…

On a clear day morning the singing
of birds
Written in my leg
Cheap like the flesh of a cat
Sun de-fleshed
The earlier one
The bending arms of pines
for an earnest purpose
Not mine, I am in it
A flourishing seed head walking through it
Enfleshed flourisher seed head
Harshed but turn-key action
The banana flower looks like the banana
flower drawing
“You belong to me,” older and falter
For a purpose up the road when you walk it
The starved spike of having it, the purpose
It’s current
A figment to have shored against
A bunch of mirrored offices and buildings
Mother heart of mirrored windows
Pattern metabolically lifted
No echo hailing from the outside mother
Saint window repeat window and lift
And drop it
Achieving certain bodily exhaustion
If the lord is not in the mist of this construction
Perhaps in the tune of it
The fast hearts of birds
That beat and shhh to something
Succeeding understanding
In any glade
Like an awning

**

One is a sun god
One is Water, god
One is seen lying down, with an animal tail

Triangle antecedes its rectangular housing

I make a good copy
The red emergency of vomit

And seated at the long even table of doom
Is a stretch zip in a brown agricultural hill
The church green and white, blue green
At the top, sticks its fresh head up
And is crowned there
Who takes the cool pain off it can become its serpent
Glue gold and writing on ground
Do you wonder what we accept
In each new place I wonder
The new hen head can bear it, she’s up
She’s in her bag
The ground stretches out like a hymnal/pool
There’s always ground, you can find it
You should take care as long as you want
To stay
Red electrical housing,
Red electrical bag
emplacement gradated nor utter