Go fast, white light, go faster out of sight
The Devil does know
how to row my boat ashore Hallelujah
Orange juice, a swing set, the creaminess of milk fat
But first let’s pull
the paper’s weight
Let the wind blow—
O how I love thee
thy shadowy grace
And the moon off its hinges,
Henry David Thoreau
Owlets Thunder This
nervous blinking page
All the mulch
I spread around
in the ultra-black bramble Let it not
wash away in the very next rain
And let me,
just the same,
stand forever in my backyard
beneath a maple
looking up—
there is nothing wrong with a maple looking up—
and gape in the gap of the thoughts strewn around it
Pleasantly,
with witchcraft, I return to what befalls The gone white light,
the Devil as he rows
Hairy Beard-Tongue
Butter-and-Eggs
Only for a moment,
then it leaves me