The buyers keep my hat
on structure Woods
use skirts lost in the
woods Alone
together Our teeth in a corner
Cornet On my lips, the
shape of the word the
Tease,
tone Airs knit
the pattern's freckle
Decides hangs stuffs
(Patience of the eye to
load that
Them, there Surgically
tenting
the scent of
the treetops Did
potatoes fugue
Sum rubbing, plainly X
Earlier, liming the portrayalized
jinx
Green face
Dilated beer case
two prongs poked thru
the paper,
takes the ice cumber,
number game
duets soloing, I
log the defect
the woods sore from rain
against the landscape
the indigence of rattling
goofs up
our brains tungsten tears The cage
momently clogged, blunt
pipe Curved
costs, umbrella footage
A tenor
reaches for the high note
My throat is in my heart,
open
mouthed Ligature of
freshing traits Hiding tungsten snaps
the oxygen pressure, she
hasn't scienced
since yesterday's leap
Tree Cyclops
The air is cold
We hate the radio
Leaves meanings jogger
Highlinesed map, or woman's
sugar
internally stirred by
thoughts, mind shorts
Organic, edible
burners fit tin cups from
speckles
throws on the salten pettles
beneath the weeds
burial circumstance
choose life
(bump and goose
chew on mustard seed,
heed
what lies otherwise
the leaf of the maker
in thrall
faultless no, or undertaken
behind the tree I picture
in my mind's eye
(ill nerve
flaps a heated wire