gathering sunlobes ^ criss oilnational typhoons

the cat has pink eye or a cold
there are poultices in a herb garden
enough to heal glossolalia but no
remedy for a virus. the iris melts into tomorrow,
half closed and thinking of the purple lighter
swaddled in a bevy of cleaning.

unpacking tomorrow, alone with survivable
memoir, you place your things in intenerant situations
sterile again, scrubbed with fire
and sand,just as on the prairie you crossed
where you lost your partner, some scope of future, a scrap
standing in a snowstorm. anyway the plates
were clean, worm free. the children, at least
survive. there is music to free up the starts.

you blunder into the bathroom, trip
over a crate of cares, bark a shin.
was it yours? feeling around for the string
you realize there is a switch. feeling around
for the switch you realize there is an opening
thru which you absurdly fall. the doctors
never mention this. the piano takes up

too much space. you don't care what the decorator
paid for the thing, this time it goes. portraits
of the children hang awry, as if a medium sized
wind had torn thru the hallways. the butler
brings you a tray of single
ply toilet
tissue.
you sniff.

sniff again. place the box
into the closet, turn to the holder, load
it. the camera zooms out. a moth
under the bed lands on a shell
case. the instrument inside waits.
that's what makes things so comforting.
they don't need patience.








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you want to deglaciate
release co2 into the atmosphere
bring about a rise in see level.

it's been so blind in here these days.
the drama has recently ended , you think,
knock on some wood. the kittens stir
and momma cat burrows into the dresser
like a fox. if you leave the drawer open
she will move them. the other night
the gray one was caught in the runners
and mewled pitifully, as kittens will do when uncorked
from the nest, wings caught in a branch.


the tension of the reversal is not enough
to make the deck come out of hiding.
they all left you, one by one
and you will not see them again.
the latest is just an example
of getting only part of you
the rest tangled in roots so far
below the surface your casket will need
a facelift to hold your body.

you just wanted someone to get you
and that's when the dancer met the stage
holding up a sing like in those forties musicals
revised in harry potter and reconfigured
for after the math, when we become irrelevant.
but the bard, the bard that outmoded fuck
will not. AND he didn't even do it first.









OIUYY




so the mighty are getting their island
plans together. we are the dust that gathers
in their looms, persephone's pomegranite seeds, no
the flesh she sliced off to get to them. i want
to be in a salad and you want to sorbet.
either way there's six months of rebirth coming.
good thing time's speeding up. at this rate
inflation might be the cure. when accosted

on the corner by pms, the lorry was quick
to point out it had not seen the dog lunge
or the leash of its owner, now battered and forgotten,
like a graduation present at the top of a brothel.
it was sorry for the inconvenience but could you step
down a midstroke while it got its tiers decorated?

you complied, still holding the tin roof from the shanty
in which you first took residence , here
in the land of epiphanies in a pill.
you thought it would return as soon as the cell phone
bill was paid, but alas, several weeks later
and you're almost out of water and food and the damn
natives circle the huddle of possessions like crows
and sharpeis sinffing opportunity. the wrinkles
sag, they look older each morning. the captain wants
to take a gun and reach misery by morning.
i'm thankful you stayed
his hand.

no one wants to deal with the burials.






















IOIYYY







now the paint's thinning. the rut in the road
is as deep here as a thousands seconds ago.
all that history to follow. it makes you want
and for that you're greatful. another night on the trail
another tial lawyer with half pockets and omulets of ohm.
i'd say take him up on it. but you'e not a gambler.
and besides you dh't hve cab fare home.