GLASS
Through the shining silence toward an afternoon of
stipulation (sliding stones down slope) I inhaled the
spring in you the wall with trophy carved, exvotos
quivered in the breeze I under-arming you, (replaced a
broken window//fan for a face blows in, it's you, in a
funnel wind forms me//"parking lots and streets and
trees, lost baloons and smoke"//in the dark the ceiling
crumbles, glare drips, jewels... like mice climbing
toward a room of mirrors (finding bones in that crown of
hope) (where heads of gnats the summit
BLEW
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RESECTION
I handle a can opener, pocketing miles of string
where I left the complications sing for bread and
hands of soup or (meat buried with a marble; cigar and
rum at the soma's intersection//chopped I thousands of
books so the face'll flesh clear and the lone (cross-
roads of family) die through//a stand of rocks, piles of
"things bereft"...Where under the bed, dust flows and
crumbling shoes, where under the cawing shirt love's
nose draws in and pours a groan on its sheet of sand.
Ah, I cooked that tabled plate! (spinning's
FLY
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