Flies on the cheek together we seethe
Mars shuffling sky scraped clouds
all banging round & around
with silent radiation bounding out
objects of the familiar tree, poetry is a leaf
and a seasoned rock hiding beetles
I could not finish this work of body
autumn bark’s supple ecstasy delving holes
a stark imprint of the stolen doe
dashes of fence black & opaque, hut shoddy
wood of the shared gray beech
I make myself an angel mold
and mess it around!
holy mackerel & devilish men
contagious gentle ladies enchant
daring are the thousand wrens
scratching at Atlas the sky scant
I swam in a field of ten billion sounds
