Enclosed in My Immortal Body

The last perhaps a word an idea a flotilla

Of butterflies no kidding I mean the last but

Why don’t I say why sirens white on blue

With primroses I mean it leaves in suspense

The inmost thoughts of minds in all directions

Language drains all the way here and forms

A concept cows refuse to nibble an image no

Longer joined in life a bad egg rotten head

Fish belly sky O will it rain or snow and if it rains

It may rain sardines this light no self-respecting

Potato pie would envy and still the fly’s eye

Neither for sale nor for lease near the ear

Waiting to imitate running water without

Caring a lick how the day made a mistake

When the Night Road Turns like a Weeping Woman

I watch as you walk in the stars

Offering the world your nail-hung smile

You leap up and down now you dance

How you sprint at your immanent fall

Chasing fireflies in celestial roses

Finding your bearings by touch

Now seized with vertigo deliriously

Useless you shake that ash and tremble

Glad smoke O you’re awake to this

Moment of ill-got goodies marvelous

Dark thoughts blue where your tears

Unfurl a delicate veil a threadbare net

I intend to climb before your eyes

Open and evaporate that lunar web 

I’m the Man Waltzing with His Death

This racket could make a zigzag flip flop yup!

I am dancing to the final notes of everywhere

I am yelping eyes open all over the place

I’m skipping toward the outstretched night

I’m gripping the cold hands of night

I abandon my laziness to root in icy shadows

Where a stranger will mistake it for a beating

Heart a world full of hope O I stuff the fullness 

Of life down my pants ya'll I cover my loins with

The fullness of life the sweeping strokes of life

Set me atremble yes yes yes I’m the sinless man

Who can’t abide disorders of the sky hi fly why die

O I’m full of myself tonight ain’t I full of something

I’m too full for death’s crumpled frozen noise

To Enter the Depth of the Grain

Dizzy digger counting every spoonful

It takes to excavate the heart’s deep ditch

Miles of smiles all the fine layers infinitely

Repeated a spiral staircase descending 

Deeper than sub-atomic harmonies

O to come suddenly upon a soul set

Trembling beneath a veil of perfect 

Meaning the ponderous light of summer’s

End the light found in beautiful countries  

Where there are people without belief

Where hoodlums and scallywags frolic

Where angels believe only in sorrow where

Silence is a secret that leads to a great pit

Where so many flutter their useless wings

In the Morning

There is the description of landscapes

Where we learn the secret names of trees

Where we imagine the resonant whisper

Of leaves moments before first light

Then the sun flowers forth dawn and its own

Secret name which is Fango-fango

All this means anything to us anymore

This depiction weaving fresher linen

For our faces this brief scrap of language

Half-remembered nursery rhyme how do

You do and how do you do and how do

You do again the air is green the sky is stone

The horizon’s upside down and we’re laughing

Because it tickles not because it's funny

You Have Been in Love for So Many Years

Suddenly you encounter an invented distance

A fabricated interval of unknown origin you

Recognize this reticent length of time or space

Somewhere you haven’t seen since high school

Sometime you haven’t been for twenty years

And you’re not surprised by its diffidence by its

Offering no plot summaries no scuttlebutt chitchat

No hi how ya doins even somehow you know this

Is not a joiner this belongs nowhere at no hour

Being here and waiting briefly for something like

A thousand human years could be a purpose

And you notice the horizon gnawing clouds

Until they bleed until day disappears and distance

Clenches like a fist it closes like your mother’s roses