Indifferent this fire in the air,
A moth, a spider
It is round, it is this that approximates relationships,
Undulating hostility.
In the place where the pages are parted,
Suspended the laundry is hung,
The time sorted through,
Red brick to cinder.
Colors accumulate on the backs pressed in isolation,
Embossed with uncertain lines.
In the hiss of heated air,
Pollen and insects rise with the movement of a dividing hand.
It's all beyond life size.

After all these years to take to drowning in bed,
Sweet sewery dreams, television theme songs.
The fingers lock up, in unwanted positions,
Need to be willed, awaiting with terror,
Little bits of cardboard, pieces of
Something with color,
Pulled towards an element,
Where and when it doesn't happen,
Ultimately doesn't happen.
Surrogate travel, simulating movement
Through space, across the board.

Radio news coming thru the walls,
Beach house light and bed spreads
Trailing boats.
The wind in the sugar cane hovering
Dark dragon flies,
Speckled bird fields,
In black and dirt,
In black and dirt.

Notice now.
It becomes evident,
Wet close to the sound of the gravel,
Ink on the skin,
Black and suspect
Water on metal. Iron on the tongue
It becomes evident,
In siphoning the sound for the need,
Its there in the palm
Against the creases forming Puddles
Catching anything in air.

Skin blistering,
Little chick marshmallows,
Covered in yellow sugar,
Little yellow marshmallow peeps.
Brings the mail up,
The one flight
It yellows and falls to the floor

Stops and starts, sounds muffled by one
Wall.

The octave of the voice, edges
Sharpened year after year.

The corners slam against a turn, again

These are the things you put in your mouth
The stiff woven stuff stands up on its
Own

These are things you put in your mouth.

Turn a note
Well placed the scream.

Long sky, sound of hollow when
the water recedes. Looked for on
Horizon broken up bodies,
Forcible fractured spoken errors,
Suspended birds.
Neighbors argue talk on their
Telephones with a hand on the
Hip. Rooms have copper
Butterflies in threes, bent.

Hollowed sounds.

Parting waters, salt, sea for fresh
Flying monkeys.
Vacant new homes, wide open doll houses
With white ruffled curtains

In the wind the curtains

Make a call.

High Foot Bridge, to purchase a loaf of
Bread.
No one but this raving one.
Field to sea,
swimming monkeys and curtains.