The sky was the color of a first
fuck’s kiss,
going peach & sand to road rash red then
dusk ray green—
well her fetishistic implant leaden static over
dead-eyed fishnets
made him feel the translucence of flesh &
go over
w/ a line about the sky, a bleary
pavement of ...
It was Lisa’s birthday She turned 143
we celebrated with pretzels
and watched the Descendants of man
fishing [a] manmade lake
The water green the sky tender,
night trains. strawberries.
wind-stunted ...
what my father made and gave me, nouns:
transistor, fastening, capacitor. he was a sort
of sorcerer, wizard at building, his mind
a sleek machine of memory, rebuilt
from youthful chaos and some suffering
we didn’t discuss, just ...
I saw the javelina from afar
It looked familiar like a neighbor
eating rocks
at the edge of the grass, framed by the grass
and several barrels of patriotic flowers
The javelina’s front leg was ...
Render tender the shoots
of evening, let us in the lettuce
light, fitful as fish pumping
fistfuls of razored air, jagged
saws: tsk-tsk, cut-cut. Gleaners
in the gloaming—fuck that.
I was starving and far too far
from any lavender heroics.
There’s ...