the seasons are only flavors

when the sky was stacked with pouring clouds
I noticed early
that it would be truly dark
and was slapped with the dread
of chilling loneliness

when the starless night had fully bloomed
the rain had stopped but danced among the leaves
glowworms blinked along the pitch
and I was enchanted

no one remembers

is the tap water safe?
no one remembers
the celery squares
hot off the tails
of committing suicide
it fell into my lap
spores drop from the decapitation
coloring the irises
of a paper owl
overnight
the clouds are three dimensional
doctor small
everyone is nervous about you
except you

more blueberries

blueberry gun
slow circles
blueberry charcoal
clueberry
a skewered line of blueberries
lightning rising from the center of the globe
blueberry ball point

message

lost mile blueberries
...
nothing now
...
will call when do

nature poem

happy greyday
white mystery
and other muted shades
of blueberry

that's where
I brought you chocolate cake
to cheer myself up
you were picking the blueberries
in your blueberry-blue dress
you fell asleep
and dreamt of falling snow

wear crowns or your myth

rice cakes are the new kind of wheel or any kind of diaphragm or dissonance for a projectiongraph

don't try too hard on where to place the hole should go because it may become homely with rickets

likewise knowith
eat them as thusly sparged
the ants nestle in crumbles
and when harvesting wide scallions
bath the sheath
and talk to them about the most dissipating aspects of your beliefs
scrambles with oceanic carrot morphs

melted
I washed my face on a burning salt pile

your neighborhood

the new world will replace the old
tune your armor
don't be afraid
about the metal poles
crosshatched with ladder rungs
that go to the nothing
you are on the ground crew
assisting in the potted plants
with the round bellied man
this is the city of steam and lightning

when it is raining

bright orange
you are the chaos-wrinkled mushroom
with the world of slugs homing in
like the mud fight
only later in the shower
when you snorted the leech out of your nose
the gentle Spanish shower
with the extra spinkler
like an antique telephone receiver
Hola!

when it's raining just like that
on your yellow yellow hair
I see clashing shards of rainbow
whistling about your changing life
and how filthy with dirt we are
streaming as we wobble through the eternal family of crystal balls
passively futtering
as they meet our eyes
and become tears

that is the rain
as we clip-clop onto the wooden floor
too lazy to light a lamp
climbing onto the bed in all of our wet clothes
because humans are made of clay
and can be squished together
listening to the metal roof

big piano

the piano is hardwired for waking dreams
with all the presence of the summer canopy
awash in optimism and cataclysmic opiates
geo-melodic traveller
communicating with other pianos everywhere
even when I'm out
a lightning flash
and everything but the piano disappears
breathing light
raspberry, blackberry, black raspberry piano
provides sustenance
for scaling rusty churches
thundering over myself
with the enormous spirit magnet

Brave Sailor

If we need a roof
we flip the boat over
where we love we live
our bodies as bridges
an explosion revived my ears
frames and sad boxes

melt away in the rain
we swim over the dam
soaking in the acid of plums
there is safety in fear
playing with each other's hands

the water is boiling
when the worms of the earth
fill the hollow in my skull
I will have a brain again
to remember all this

Honey Moon

whatever arrow
God's farm gave me
daisies on a string again, again
a futuristic piano sound
my bare back, back
on pavement
beneath the merry-go-round
the catalog of album covers, covers
revealed by airplanes, angels
buzzing over lemon bees, devising
devising an onion set

Have you ever thought, thought
I am a robot, the van
the van is a spy
if we are lucky
this will turn into a bass solo
do you play chess?, Hercules
Hercules lifted my dead body, body
but I was sleeping, sleeping
splintering and cascading
heavy with sick
almost unnoticeably haying
the marshmallow field, the gauzy sheath
the gauzy sheath cannot conceal
Jimi Hendrix flowers, where
destiny always cheats for me
for me
always
always
for me
a troupe of monks, measures
measuring me all funny
a family of dirt
walking backwards to not plant weeds, again
something relocates Hell, Hell
spitting slick waterman seeds, polish
polish on a demon tooth
whatever arrow

Couples

I was thinking of the two of you
thinking:
keep in mind:
It's been raining for two weeks
the plants are rotting in the ground
the troubles with so and so are still lurking
your shoes also are rotten
the cat moans and pees on the floor

Someone forgot to rotate the geranium
the two bright red blossoms
on horizontal stems
are smooched up against the window panes
oozing

p.s
love transcends

wild ram tops

and snip your fingers into the holler's well
weave a heron into the Easter grass
where I will see you again
chanting with your eyes
in dreaming dawn