I am saying
I was shy about saving grace
with my hands. Junket and


junket is expanding —
found out, even. Smell of hot
radio. Something about


kingdoms. I always felt old, violent
or whatever. We drink

to each other without
listening. The evergreen does

screen it.






*






You wet tree for them. I know
declarations —


seasonal humor is an animal
this morning. I had a drink of water


in the back of my mind.
And all the lights that say


I will not miss this hissing
pair in the back.






*






I guess this is all the evening


comes from. The open air, the stairs
for watching smoke.


A dog for too many
seasons. Everyone’s name

on the ground, on the edge
of going off.


I need to stop our house.






*






Do we ask for cords? This morning
a wild

frame within me. Neither being one

nor direct movement
makes people.Objects

to the left, to make a bottle
stop us.






*






Sits without people at this
morning. Wasn’t

heavy stone. If this
table catches


red wind the burning
smells can’t remember.


You call me into the water.






*






Up in some trees, the tangle.
I love you in clumps all over


soon, like heros. On the coast
they hope


about aliens but still

change clothes and continue.
Not akin


to talking, same place.






*






Points for running off without
me and my conclusions.

The difference that makes their homes in
power, a tendency.

"Gray" surge.