November rain the car that fucks

 

the start of summer

sick to death

of sarcasm

dawn chorus

in the distance

a motorway

family spat 

you pierce the camembert 

with a bay leaf

on this hot day

growing a beard

the toddler

resurrecting giraffes

Friday being a good day

for rain

 cloudy august day

 the feeling of a curse

 

September sky

some of these people

eat candles

 really into bread lately.

 gonna watch the hockey game now.

 

 after the second cup

 now, you can taste anise!

 

my tongue

filling out the form  

a sick frog

Autumn night

after reading 

Taco Bell Quarterly

your shit is wet

 

 

end of summer light

we make all poets gay 

early castles 

all the ghosts 

of opioids 

summer ends

over Lorraine Braco

you are jerking off

another world 

folding time 

without you

 

 

 soft silence his final bid 

 

summer breeze

everything can

make you feel good

 warm day

you just want to be

the cool dad 

 between the pig’s nipples MADE IN CHINA

Beyond the empty rhubarb patch, 

between the flats and woods, 

a black rabbit sits 

on a patch of grass 

and eats.

 

 a sureness to this cool morning 

 

deserter's point 

every bough 

a thousand sharks 

 focusing on the celebrity's eyebrow we lose sight of the whale 

 ancient river the old town name

the underside 

of a birch leaf 

your dream

 

military march 

hitting a metal tray 

frozen chips

 

 

 

 primal reference to some types of landscape:

dream

real

painting

video

game

oral

literary

Imagined

western 

warm night not one happy frog

 

warm day 

thanking the mosquito

for another elbow

 the sweetness of deepening spring air. a film shot by Edward Lachman

 the email has a photo of Mt. Hood attached

black pepper 

for other styles 

an egg shaped action figure

 

 part jaguar the sound of a conch shell

European history

in your hand

where the blueberries were

 

 after the disco rifle

 i believe in nothing just like everybody else 

a picture of Lee Harvey with the word sausage below

#pairedsentence 

There is something truly awful about THAT bear. 

Polywork - our wars are now slow. 

#pairedsentences 

the doll’s arm thinking of chicken grease

his middle name bear

#pairedsentences

 the priest’s collar a photograph of the moon

going north a lorry full of bread

#pairedsentences

anthill
you slice speakers
into your dna 

  _-_-_

bending tree the cold doesn’t bring you back

_-_-_

failing to find a grip
the seahorse moves
with the current 

_-_-_

with the phone’s light
he inspects
the side of the car

_-_-_

glass ceiling
we place hippos
above us

_-_-_

with measuring spoons
you become a squid