3 from Virginia or the mud-flap girl
[the spiderbug game]
the spiderbug game
the immense mop of bandaids
astride the playyard gate
wax, batting, plastic, glue
leaves, sand, & woodcrumb
the parentless, the time out
in shoulderstand
in greeny glasschip, the antimicrobial
paper junkhouse
this crueltytown,
a country warside
our study of Irish daisies
in the dogwood pine,
sap green permanent,
some fine-packed thing
& this crowd
of play-men
~*~
[The Blue]
The Blue
the disrobed omniverse
marking her spot
the mismarked omniverse
claiming her robes
the misruled, mismatched universe
turns heel on another century
of man's figures & fugues
still in our meadowsheets
we sleep & love & make
fret our cloudy space house
meeting the rustling stranger city
these chariots pulling the suns round our heads
~*~
[from the crowngirl in shed 20]
from the crowngirl in shed 20
when sweeter hearts prevail
eating shit patties
not so obvious a legend
buried in logic
grasping at straws
in our taskmask,
crown girl
Entertown: circus stool, clown mama, the royal jelly
in the protection groves
the curled lip of the ensoul
~*~