~*~
Later
I'll meet you in the bath
with an unlucky number
under your tongue,
where tomorrow
is the promise of the dancing girl,
the one you dreamed was dead.
~*~
For the Occasion of Seeing a Gull
on top,
a bird
on top,
the head
of a man
with a top
hat.
on top,
where wing is wood
with a beak
(maybe a fig),
someday I'll be a gull.
--
under,
a cloud
under,
the song.
when the days shorten,
I'll owe you
a bird in the hand
and maybe a spring
to do with as you like
~*~
A Loud Moon
remember mock-moon,
between
tide, between toe,
between pillow
slip?—
*
leaf in between bodies
and hook
a collection of days
for the depository
of peaches
*
wait,
I meant to say my mother
wore a black hat
until she heard the ocean
inside a sugar bowl
made from the bone of china
and decorated
with small, pink flowers.
~*~
Dear Floret
pullulate dear floret, pullulate.
shoot, shoot
as well, well forth
where forth. dear floret, where forth
snowball?
slap it on or step it up,
but do not shrink,
skip town in a skirt
with a shuffle ruffle.
because this is not
floret, dear dear floret, this
is not.
stutter.
be born to tick:
tick tick tick and take
cackleberry.
the whole succession is yellow eye,
unborn
~*~