visions_versions_pittsburgh

After the cherries peaked they went killer sour. The robins and starlings came and got drunk on cherries. Every morning soused birds bobbed on the stairs and sat stumbling around the yard.

visions_version_wI

gone gone gone
wind who catches
what ever tries
times divides
blind spots in
and out of line

visions_versions_birds

so crazy fresh
robins careen about
this branch that branch
trajectory is cursory
to two who are friends

spare-o

in the breeze
in the branches
in the breast
the sparrow heart
beats on the ones
and twos those
gusts and blue

mostly

in a violent way
all silent all be it
bites all over with
the touch of us
a plunge a minute
a finish enough

a_gust

the light of august
is arresting and
whatever it is
is abberant
that does this
to us

spanish castle

on some counts after
midnigh the sky is still
and lit till its what is right
all finds the ties that bring
cross town magic tonight
to split tomorrow goodnight

black_body_radiation

while out on the clouds
we spied the swans
same white as the dead tree
baked bleached by said sun
who in turn turns us dark
as opposites approaching
stephan-boltzman emissivity

ticktockgoestheclock

lets guess the rest
the evenness of less
thats left of east to west

pleu

just the rain that falls
touches all in a column
until the leafs and stalks
tasked to set out and catch
bask in plethora's redirect