the blinds open: lightmilk
a little more tea-color than yesterday—
this march date coils
tongue dots screw in. he went to town and brought a wrench. change
coins, other side.
drinking coffee, mouth gone fishing. near a concrete pail. love. how i
hate that word. rising
ahead like smoke. wax
flowers float along water my brother a steed’s dark flank
glistening back neigh!
a cloud’s shadow subtitles
it was sunny and a bit of thought passed.
metalgray. knowing: closing: sound ripped from
a bird darts
past. is this everything begins with p?
psssst i say trees are taller
here. red onion’s up
for grabs its crisp white baldness. picture today’s
gash. a bird
darts past. cobalt flame. rhino fly. sugar tan. however the rag up on
the tree is taking what
comes to mind. knife the heat breathing there’s not anything
more to say about the brother