your famous blue antediluvianraincoat

catching  the low sun a pigeonʼs breast

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antediluvianraincoat

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watching fireflies
as if they were linen
parents hover
over a wrist watch

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cold morning
the washing machine
won’t open

arizona hymnal

I am 34 years old. At this point of my life I have had 4 teeth removed. Ignoring the termites we point further over the horizon. This is significantly less than my father. He also has less hair but we don’t talk about that. They are also teeth from the back so although my teeth are somewhat crooked at the front there are none visibly missing. I keep pointing to the point of awkwardness to emphasise the distance. Which is good.

silence

an actor moves

into infinity

Early afternoon finds my head full of flies - not where the teeth were but in my sinuses. Fingers move from F, to B minor to A minor. I want to be a military march - like the three four time of some Irish Louisianan Civil war troop fighting just for money. To be the song plus one and now the dna is stale jam on brown bread. The blue bottle forgets the season and buys time shares on some moon off some planet or other - way past our pointing. Phone scams are not real but big foot is. Kinda.

ripe blackberry

a songbird shits away 

summer

In a new font he downloaded last week Jesus types: God’s kiss. The more he thinks about it the more he feels the font is wrong for the message. He goes to the bathroom and soaks a washcloth in cold water. He opens the window and hears the birds in the trees outside. He thinks of signing his name on the bathroom wall. He feels in his robe pocket and finds a rumpled piece of paper he pulls it out and finds an old bus ticket - he throws it in the toilet. He thinks about a meteor. 

scuffed knee

memory of a scuffed knee poinsettia

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some other love one leaf left

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scrambled eggs
the undulatus wobbles
into nothing

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shlave

A larch blooms in pink norovirus.

greying hair hydrangea in autumn

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calling out to

an ancient pond
the aluminum profile

winces towards mountains
audited minerals
& the police

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A larch blooms in pink norovirus. Trams look jealously towards the mourners. The crippled chaplain takes a loyal shave for the poltergeist.

inch
by inch
  a pigeon’s head

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what we know
as time
isn’t time
- on the river ness
a goosander

no luck

no luck viewing
the barley moon
a leak in my shoe

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the sycamore
first to turn
hospital visit

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incense smoke a cat moves across the room

*

tai chi ark
the giraffe’s osicones
clip the sky

infinity the tree’s green

autumn leaves

this way too

autumn leaves

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summer solstice infinity the tree’s green

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between coltrane’s notes you

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autumn storm
a tombstone falls
toward god

funny bone

behind lace curtain
the morning star becomes
a dove
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funny bone a tree full of magpies
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spearmint humility
a cloud waits
for twilight
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summer rain
my son’s
first teeth

tiny meats

antimatter
cherry blossom &
tiny meats

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ghosts of omitted graffiti autumn haze

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she waits for me
to put the kettle on
cold morning

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november rain I correct my posture