Meant to

Meant to cover the mouth

Silver strands now    and a cloak

Hair as long as yours    undone

Knocks from the Frigidaire    her

flee to seek

San Francisco

Eat red candy hearts

Up from sleeping      wet hair

Sister could see her sticking

You leapt    Her beauty fell

fall of her    Helle was her name

Fall into sea    irretrievable

Cape to ash to mourn?     Her

or was the torch

Did you torch?

Your running

Did you turn when

your sister fell?

Table

Skins and seeds

chew them

Prudence Apprentice

Little crunch seeds

As the pip now

a homeless Jesus

The pierce and

piece that grows

from the bench apprentice

like streaked tulips

& grapes to put myself

to put my mouth around the

juice or purple

April 21^st

sneaking into the Bull or Ox

Sliver Snake Mother

on her day of birth

(arriving blue   feet first)

She said no to travel

no to candles cake dinner

no because guns

and sons and lock down

5 PM pineapple on the table

It is the seizure symbol

the seize of “new” land

taken as symbol of a graced host

for your willfulness

for your wallpaper

for your table

also

cemetery decorations

My Month

My month as a kind of white lily

I’m in a room of white people

Put the flamey (family?) put it in

put a lily lignam groan

Dive & above the mouth

my white-looking sons the least whitest

a finger there    I put and want to

become a cave of viscera    am that candlewax

the lowering god   significant?

I want how variousness

to take care

The difficult being burns

(re-writing the same poem now)

Be that keeling     keening

Poets:

I do not need more lyric men poets

like the word cords    I mean

bite the word cord

after the after-tissue

Nip at the breast

Keen resplendent

be the mean mother to dogs

Woman as     what the dog

She’s the one

Dead wasps shaken out of the bird-house

Easter Sunday

31 March 2013

Hawk Chased by Black Birds

You seek     the edge of the bed

and I dream where the sick one

needs a shot on the ass    a tricked shot

maybe have to set up the hypo

on the toilet seat for accidental

sitting-on of the cure

and you are late for your presentation

in which you discuss disaster aftermath

The mother in the dream shows

her new baby with mismatched

sized eyes

and I pretend not to see

the “Ghosts of Christmas Past”    fall asleep

and found your mouth in a kiss

You can keep the beer

Faint face whiskers

Black beans on toast

I said    Fuck it    fold socks

The extension cord will not

reach the light wrapped

around the pear tree in white