b. for e.

sometimes I have found my mind singing
a thick tune of thoughts scrambling
at the feed gate of fraying cognition

this song slipping lives in the seismic
my need draws of ink mind its inner pen
to call from earth her well motion

my elbows branch sometimes my fingers
with desire for their seedlings and
sprout with hard bark

my ankles living movement of the root
take crystal to the underground for
am I to believe Yes to believe Yes

the morning down the way neighbors
open when the Phoebe calls
I go out to see the bird

at play for flies in the plot
her magic sound wetted tired steeds
awakens all shifting waters and earths

with the seed enlivens all poked faith
their growing a simple wind
across rain the porch

harvest the watering water spouts
ready earthen rain through
to pour airy figures to pour my eden fingers

gravity committed lines my lips trace over
trace over mind like and pierce
my dissolving lips my window

the glass a plain sigil engages
the lines of this hard cane
the friends forms of my whistle

with their unused gaps my ink
the without bitterness with my fingers
trace my lips ways with this lips

for I believe their long undulations
and believe the lines that the thread
by their intermittence bested

their facades red fenced waves
their fertile callings engage across the sand
here the dripping scattered buildings

lives here with white paint altered
tiniest charged of our sunlight small minds
the universe invisibly laugh in

with a hand in shades of leaves
and shapes of fruit
for dyeing the world

it is my will root rocks of earth that the rocks
that this mineral of soil unfolds offer
good superstition to the light fingered

it is my will encompass that the unrinding
in due formations fly season faltering
in due trials the frame bitter land

which prickles my will that we taste
it is this painful air our necessary condition
in our lungs to savor to whisper our small name

aloud we whisper to the panicked
until they drones of the swords
melt into wet winter

with these our arms shining thoughts
we shall cut the threshold we shall move
into sumptory barefooted battle and

the land arrest privateurs
from their carcasses festoon will
with these squash and melon vines

will breathing grow to feel will
lengthen as a petal tucked among itselves
as a munificent chanson to the pollinating dancers

I swing my blank rose from this castle
top with toy trumpet the blue clad dragonfly
I call out the millipedes and uncurl the flagging

unloosing Insecta and nutrition
migrate across the pavement
the dung-rolling of our splendor

permit to intoxicate us a while on the tongued seed
castings of language to languish with its loot
its desire me into our millions parthood

of Night frame cut of tallest rippling
of tenderness mast of its violence
into a shrill stirring hoot

which wills the sun aches
upon us all its androgyned light
so that we may till and reckon

with our beaded hands wetted
the horse shells unto resurrection
the mammoth skulls come to tors

the ancient growing hair of dead
to the frozen leap into rope
to miter the seam between air and face

into which we blow a steady rebellion

spilling out the tree mystery until in the land
is a danger drive a waking and narrow beaked delight
we pleasant ourselves with former afoot

taking of torso the horn
from brass to shaved bone
is a willing shade

spending now hunt itself our mother's purple
as we must ourselves again and again tune
for what we eat as we must to voices

as we must envision our throated piping
with fullest force and depth
such inadequate and such will

of four-cornered cloth will
tied to a bundle will of monuments
of untracked land will unconstructed

will standing of star stones
of grassed blackness
read our spittle

which percolating tuneful and righteous drum

I have not yet begun to sing this easy song
of well listening of spirit traps
and wind ladled over me

I have not its honey color proven
my rough sing shining up
its dark hair standing in the dust

as its perfection tilled tongue swirling
that suffice the glossy cup its body
I haven't made my close as I am bid

I will shall of water to carry
clear rain through my out
to respirate my tumbling into a clear cloth

I will that my feet taken bare as diamonds
shall tamp out a dance that pleases the galaxy
that spins on her dark hair and transmutes the center of light

I her minions bowls pulsar extension
tell of their laden dust
their their of time

to tell in their aether of their everform light
mass their weight their flotation of sound
in this their centrifuge we come up an ocean

seed it with olive weeds
cull from it otters
who take themselves by urchin

plot their saw teeth
ride earth in chill waves trembling
with her humanoid metal

these rising my ape fingers or martian
perdition of balance
who know of home

knuckled and to the fantasy plain
the sand divide of rivers
their trickling down to permissive coasts

the sea herself in her
herself in her
glowing unfathomable dark

she bone takes her teeth
her stout precambrian eyeblack
and whisks meat from the surface

how like her mother
with her own manly abandon
drinks blood that they are one

we whistling stand tapered
on the beach talking our fire
and eat her the land

shelled cracking our fingers
eating our tongues with her meat
we smell of her grass

in the grave condition
her microbial harness
her significance dance

lust of peace and tender legging
she filled us her mien with trial
and with red accents iron lips

she tore us and lowered our limbs
fashioned of the fount of cruelty
the brow to pieces of her violence

thinning her riddle of decay
come flesh to skin an onion spirit
the tapered soil wet to eat of more

here are warning her waves and troughs
crests above sparrows alighting her bushes
hardening eggs

she lifts all the way up a circle that
round and round
all the way spins up and down

a cup of waist is hot wind
her head her swells of snow
a girdle bullion proud of cetaceans

map song within song
after passage drums
after smearing their eyelids treasure

bony I lean my wired back
and my curling body over
phylum chordata

my skin peels to red over
as I turn I bend
over my neck and curl

in my head to her
and waddle down her molten
deep tillage to lung

with her I build me
ferment a hammer furnish
an ax I trammel a tool

a wizard I hammer
the heat to master and beg
adjust my spine to her lisp him

on soils this metal I'll
rain as women spilling ride
over depleted stalk

my path streaks a urine
wasted water will steam
when I have done

the magnificent master who holds at his back
the sword of contentment
will slash me in two

from my midline and face erupt
a chimpanzee scream
a howl wailing open its ease

slumber tonight upturned remains
the rulers bridled in their cautions
the withering on the while

we expand our good army
and claim our repetitious hunger
for comely death