This morning the bruxism from the night before deep in the jawbone and two crows circle over hairy yuccas caw and caw long high and gravel-gulleted at the periphery of the wash you are in their dominion within reach of the moment their circling sinks to settle behind ridge and yuccas: deck is anathema to the flat extended promise of a view:
crows another arroyo morning spelling out a message of black licorice and when they warm in the sun in the concise cottonwood cottonwood finally yellow for a week until leaf-dropped they all seem enervated in their clarity
crows another arroyo morning spelling out a message of black licorice and when they warm in the sun in the concise cottonwood cottonwood finally yellow for a week until leaf-dropped they all seem enervated in their clarity
but crows are not beckoned here only to have their black-smudge forms negated into a wildness only for you to empty them of
their signification(for your sake crows own your signifying of crows)
and two crows were too costly of a negation anyway when they have banked and kept secrets of space and caws: has it been cause all this time? or cuz when I sound most like my self in the
wreath of themyou remember your friend’s jaw replaced with the bone of his leg
the idea of cancer and cause no— bank turn
the idea of cancer and cause no— bank turn
when you walk to the spot beneath crow-orbit and crow-regress
take nine arbitrary pictures nine chance captures of sky and
crowblur as histamines raise to the pricks of the chollas
Under this new incandescence in the glow-hot ignition of a filament back at the deck a core thrums with the yes of yes you can speak of crows or of sparrows that empty the feeder daily it spins in the wind with the no of no-more you sip iced sencha it is grassy and lucent and comes with rot
They sit in the soap tree in the canyon
These visitants drink from the head of a busted sprinkler you are vote-splitting today and the present tense were what made the poem meditation tomorrow and the past tense made it story the arc of experience a scene in your development a scene of the edging assent of occupants for others in their loops of contracted landscaping this real estate carved into the bowl of up-forking arroyos the windows and decks framing sedimentary mountains of an ancient lateral folding and orogeny in the semantics of less is more hearing others is impossible your loathing for each other is possibly also love but you’re stuffed you’re full you thought that the crows’ caws would be sustained just for you and that nothing else could stay or be found but in you but over time the clear thin caws of the crows deform the new near-language you dream of as if these gliders were awaiting their dinner too drawing a pure box around you keeping the cosmos out the chaos out except when you awaken and figments end yet you do not end you begin again you are behind or closing a distance as crows bleed immeasurable dark matter black blades radiating into soft whats
ANHINGA
:
See the axe man among dream birds—
where the salt-light planed into an x on their necks.
ANHINGA
Waking to this hybridity snake-bird
the high elongated rasp
shallowing out and weighing down
the despair in our own unrealized betweenness—
how to speak through the divide we’ve made?
shallowing out and weighing down
the despair in our own unrealized betweenness—
how to speak through the divide we’ve made?
“On first seeing them”
an origin story
an origin story
the god-hand
dropped a snake’s skin to the earth—
a gift for the orders of the kingdom?
to give to steal—
so they should thrive in elongated occupation
of the mangroves—
dropped a snake’s skin to the earth—
a gift for the orders of the kingdom?
to give to steal—
so they should thrive in elongated occupation
of the mangroves—
and submerge—
and fly.
:
See the axe man among dream birds—
released into a tiny beginning as an expelled seed
—in the pure middle without margins—
—in the pure middle without margins—
in a gap—
where the salt-light planed into an x on their necks.
He was chopping.
This dull hacking
of necks from bodies
became heads and necks
that are total spectral bodies—
and was a crying revenant washed out into our
human overwhelm and mire
and was augmented through old exits
from this world—
This dull hacking
of necks from bodies
became heads and necks
that are total spectral bodies—
and was a crying revenant washed out into our
human overwhelm and mire
and was augmented through old exits
from this world—
Coda:
arroyo narrowed with talus
Braided arroyo
arroyo
the idea of ‘freedom’:
imagining a thing (a being) as free can be nothing but simply
imagining it while we are ignorant of the causesby which it has been determined to act
a corporation is an individual
there are bacteria with hairlike structures, pilli, that extend
from the cell surface to scavenge the broken genomes cast
loose by the death or breakdown of other microbes
collecting this gene stuff
onto their own surfaces to hide behind the remains
of citizen bacteria safe from the host’s defenses
as we step into the protest
to kluge?
changing less standing into less standing around
to still feel the same as before: singular
but to feel newly, self-consciously:
many
somewhere is difference
contact
here the
between and
exchange there also
astonishing of
and is
the chance
community of all
different we
out intersection
the ways
contact
here the
between and
exchange there also
astonishing of
and is
the chance
community of all
different we
out intersection
the ways
speak
yet middle ground
may be encounter and
not exchange
or
looking only to speak
to those who speak
the same
language
may be encounter and
not exchange
or
looking only to speak
to those who speak
the same
language