Bodied Sleep
scent that never leaves
flesh
is flesh
errors
in the shape of life
in piercing
ices the rain
falls
ceiling
things
replaced
we cannot mend
our shells in night
Amaranth
a dream
hung out the night
soft
off beds
perpending
sleep, you don’t come
without relations
dissolve
*
howled
autos passing
nearby highway
tract
houses rickety
bellow
wooded this area
*
stench in autumn’s
lingering
road-
kills skunk
this unpleasant misplacement
smelts
between seasons
androgynous
as paranormal that comes
over
trees with their leaves still
can’t hold so
much snow weighs
suspended
*
in-
spacious reality
intern gray
the evening
mute the night
blank
I feed deafness
*
light the night
diffuse
echo on edge
drink
where is the shore
he fears
and the devil
*
we take what we want
on the crescent
the breast
an impatient machine
it grows quicker
*
fret and not
nothing will be lost, this
winning bread
its token for us
the sun unravels
days and more
divided
for the unmeasured
a memory
branches bare
awaiting winter’s old
approaches
The Night Had Two
moved to commune—came
mingled us
among morals
chased
olives in pool gin
rendezvous & speech of
smoke, a falling
sense
like water taste
drowned
that world
found in public
toilet
seat, a pubic hair
The World That Blew Us
effaced sun
has dyed
through fog
and frost
you know
the repose
while it lasts
feel low
for fear of it
wait
the dying
leaves evacuate
flocks of feathers
dome the gray sky
awaken
early winter’s
sharpened winds
chilling
our words
blow us
storms, when you stay up there
in nameless clouds