crosslegged in the bedroom (just me) 
recounting 
hair, which begins life
under the skin. 

such is sin
subliminal, 
pull pussy 
out your eyelids til 

the whites run from your eyes they 
all runny dewey satisfied 
wash my sin, 
liquid contagious 

coarse like hair. I fucked an angel- 

& I really should give in- 
sleep with an angel, 
wake up with an angel- 
but apathy is bliss- 

curve of the earth
     birthday of the canon 
the curse you live w/
     is a hiccup, blind burst plans 
never to happen

I mean imagine: 
                                    you say it back
      comb lover I'm love-hungry
      comb lover, come: 
                                           love me
precision-map the river valley 
      my triangles unspiral 
      make heady patterns, 
like illusion
                  alluding that you're ready
might just do it while you're at work 
         & sleep soundly. 

Rain      spurts      & starts
groundward         like shirts do
weighing little      as love weighs
a cool wind blown sideways 
thru window of my receiving, 
body. Touched & taught by 
a cool wet wind that searches as tongues do 
on each flat roof 
a hundred puddles 
make time felt as drums do 
like your heartbeat tugs
the hair on my arms, music, rain. 

smells drowned 
without their names, 
the drip at the tip of the leaf 
dropped
to the street, 
which once implied 
faces. How can I translate? 
transmitting all at once, an event, a touch of the visual. 
Rain                                       &                      &
         spurts                                  stops                    stirs
                     so I mishear the future 
                                                             in the past. 
Revelation makes me laugh (what else?) 
                                               like I found it and lost it, 
                      the flowerbasket        
                          sent downriver
                              in the rain. 

Lovers: winking 
sly pinprick 
cigs drip from kissed lips 
holy like secret tears 
theirs or mine. 

across the way: 
me 
under awnings 
smelling 
rain. 

mangy night ripens moonless 
am sour round their domestic
obvious
how can they trust one another? 
grow memories like vines into eachother
bravery: 
ask them! ask anyone! find it! someone! 
there is someone that knows! 

grandpa you're too thin      wingspan of long time 
come wing me to sleep      in dreams we'll be fine 
come kiss of bliss death    surprise like sunshine 
& brief as lunchtime           death hovers: dragonfly 
grandpa wakes                   upside down   in this house, 
he will die.                          I do what I do 
I cry and I cry   

lava leaps where was      pattern-locked     
igneous rock                    thumbs sink into skin         
wherever it lives              my reddish soul is wet again
in rhythmic light              like fish who was released instead 
to sleep              of us     our heads 
in clouds like TV sideways              of us we make 
two-head wave like splitten tide 
the left the wings linear sweep the right 
the sink of stars, coding goodnight 
like stones in water slip from sight 
in blue mud butt to butt fetal as lima beans 

delirious as thunder is 
or moles blind as earth, me too
sublime beach recede 
as thunder does 
in toxins wading, vacant blue 
to sleep in dreams, 
to wake in bruise s 
of years crumpled, fabric in loops
to unpeel this place, who will I lose? 
the future I must, 
the past I choose

red smear, green light 

within eyes, a kelpy drift 

downward, where breath confides 

soft, pooled, like low tide 

jellyfish, touch that splits time

two paths: symmetric as coincidence. 

time wrinkle, your place

fold me, on your lips 

patient hunger of apricot pits, we agree. 

fuck baseball