#snowblanked The garden The Earth’s crust is the strongest roof which gives me hope for the future of space travel Silly weeds of water I Glowing in the ashes, she is on ﬁre, running from autumn, and not interested in your stories. You beg her to stay. The river that raises day An inebriated river intrudes on the winter the river that raises day I’m drawn to the twisted form of a perfect architecture that comforts and persuades to motion either there or then as regards photography never to meet the eyes the winter the sun slept in In a volatile sail loft I imagine sleeping in a volatile sail loft
as an exercise in phobonikia Silly weeds of water II One sits serene feeding the cat, you think, she must be winter, but the cantaloupes in her parlor are a confused relic. Rumpled plaster cloth I hold you to impossible gravities of a million sources, shading Inform our disinterest, our blind-eye passing to the nude Crystalline I once was here and only often since have ﬁlled the same hole in this universe At once I was here chose ﬁction over decision for the effect of fantasy and prescription Physics forbids us to both be here We defy physics like Jello upside in a snack cup down the sound of Jello upside in a snack cup down Winter pastoral At church on a Sunday confronting shadows which are only associations of an old misconception a mountain called the last of the old guard Silly weeds of water III Quiet times. Primed, primped times whispers her secret sangria recipe behind her back, let’s be honest, you’ll drink straight wine and reminisce the perfect balance of her shoulders.