oh I be seedy
great behinds stink alike
if you’re going to step up to
the plate
have your bat with
you
and if you’re going to take
one for the Team
be sure you like who you’re
playing with
slug
gun aimed at the Bird
-feeder
filled with Wine and online courier
deliveries binocular
-taunter tent pitcher persons
fitting ground sheets descriptions
four or five days in
and the words feel important
in the way they feed important
nutrients
in the way they aerate & de-scribe
existence
turning by fork the soil
keep my roots dark
and I will show you
my flowers
and fruit schnapps
and squeezed casks
and finally. the degunged
hookah there three or four
more times with the spoon
-feed existence
nothing
at the table
but empty shells hollow words
a poem thought secure cracked
open and spilling the yolky lore
the miss-spells proliferation
almost out of my control
like Disney’s Micky with his
mops and pails
so you lock shut
the sound proof
door to your head think
to yourself first reading
quietly. a strange lone
cosmic i=dentity
muttering let it b
c d to itself
a musty fridge shelf
limp carrot something once
nutritious froze-forgot
to the neglect clued
nutrition deficits
the inefficient
fridge rusted where the
coating’s brittle
in boredom for anxious
tepid timidity picked
the surface to the metal
on the shelving like
peeling off the sunlight
from the kettle
lifting up the corners
metaphysical risk
scope presence
depth of the one
intolerable spot
the one now moment
other days are popped
corn of words new exploded out
not the seed at all enough
already fear and that ignored
in problems the promises kids
the pinot gris tobacco off the streets
liturgical fulfilment of the trees
flowering the pollen to the bees
and lastly at the end of the disease
we’ll burn the ridiculous sleeves
and follow the ducklings’ mother
to the water to watch the horse
birth another version of itself
the unfocused attempting gaze
of the new born animal unusable
legs folded beneath her.
breathing is absolute awe.