WINGED ONES





gardening desperately (i)



     fruits hollowed eyes



                   lifetimes finger



loosening folds

    

     the tree roots bargain

                        

            small soup spoons



~~~~ winged ones ~~~~



eyes opening to it ~~



            defenses surrendered



pastels - civet - chalk



    moreover a rippled light

THE MATERIALS





richness



     -- of  painful materials



rapture alight fallen



             viraling down



valleys 



           aloft birds imprints

series in

                sky frets

    more tokens --

before going on to meet

the day and sign my name



before id goes grappling

to the wall, to the wall

above the wall where the



bricks cut the air stiff &

ragged on the storm front



shakes out the drama traps 



und signage going at it

internally with the bolt

cutters and the strung



tendons, before it comes

out burnt to empty ash



I'd like to say nothing

to you, just nothing.

   returning to just these two

hands        lockset   a jaded

        twitch above the right  eye

cuffed memories

         now beat to a sheen

not unlike taffeta

    garments once wedded

                    to ideas

still weeds and clumps

where I hold together

            set the healing wire

to its highest pitch

    scatter seed sounds

                      call them

sexy   officious  tired

stretch of
daily work
on line e-
valuations
drumming taps
table top
cursing age

leafy frill
imagined park
acceptable
dearth vague
conjecture
often langour

drifts in
the window
leaves order
the daylight
fret of tense
longing leng-
thened after
noon hours

abilidad out
the window
where the real
work waits...