Said the dead in the dense slick
theater

land forests grow slow compared to sea forests

weeds wash up weird and thick
embellishment

all serious habits require serious time

paint the clouds silver
like someone’s gonna get frisked 

outside a courthouse with a beige dome

the weeds
at large no longer

in ocean pastures merrily

ringing bluebells
on this point history will not relent

cherries grow stones

men hold their brothers’
tipped-out heads

tiny turtles snapping at air