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Tuesday, July 12

brilliant corners

divvy and take stock
spoons and forks and cups
metric and english
rogues and lost shingles
horse feathers more sweaters
worst weather is whenever

Monday, July 11

first stories

the bugs inhabit the hands
of plants eating the land
sending up juices
and solutions
to soak up the suns contributions

second stories

the porch has sights
mud daubers black bright
greater this a birds rights
above the tops of earths bites
a glimmer from on greater heights
arrowed there mere erudite

perpendicular to here

the north wind
damns the fisher
to hunger
the curse is on
the fish go home
the jig is up
down we go

Sunday, July 10

frog frog frog

frog was sitting mid street
taking in the midnight heat
says I frog
this is a bad place to be
the traffic is squashy your squat and hard to see
I leant to scoop said frog
said frog I will pee
in your hand dont touch me
I learned thats truth
as I held frog in hands shaped a cup
Said frog squirmed
and sat in pee
embarrassed into quiet
frog I tossed in the cool grass
picture my hands though still wet with piss

Saturday, July 9

gold at forty deep

I want your blood on my hands
I want your head at my feet
I want your guts in my hair
I want your skin on my teeth

Friday, July 8

a feather lost

a feather tossed
turned white to off
from a wing
on the wind
to lost thoughts
rising waves and troughs

at arms length

the lily stalks
big orange talk
above the bounding mane
a roil tensing and bouncing
net gigapascals in the bush
silver to the touch
and death to the moth

Thursday, July 7

the shoal out front

THE SHOAL OUT FRONT*

the problem of
swimming out to the rock
disrupting a seagull
and standing up
is it is
so good
to dry out this blood
swimming in the sun
with granite dark wet feet
river kisses
two soles
and flows
quartz veins
saturated
this day intermittent
rainshine
whats this rock if it isn't mine

__ to wind the heart with langmuir lines



*the shoal has been out front since before i or you was
yet as it was
always holding off the river
at certain times of year
above or below

a relief for those to perch
who live aways away

Friday, July 1

summer winds

when the bugs
fly in my eye
they die
better they be lashed
than smashed
and sealed under lid