Wing
wings of bronze can't lift us very high but they stay with us
enclosedthis is the rawstuff of bonfirethe poet's voice opening
rocketwhere were youright now?next to me in space?
featherfeathers waitinga sneeze of flightover dense sleep
burningidol wooddeath maskof a tree
imagineat this heightdiscs of lightare spots of time
big eyewith an 8 ball eyewhat's leftto ponder?
High window
under a 3-storey mountainon a microscope slide
wonderlandwooden spoonscandy moonsthe joyride of relation
interiorall that is airweaves intosolidity
escapethe inflated heart(suspended deluge)noses up into hindrance
flamea candelabrapaintbrushesdipped in light
entrance
our latest citiesare corridorsof luminous spikes
run
running hopeslows into a decorative silence
monument
silence is verticaltall like a toweronly pain and noise are horizontal
angel
look inward, angelburnwith avoidance
prayer
a prayerdesire's doubleon its knees in air
jacket
thunder's raincoatwanesin life's waxing fire
layer
a book's pagesfold like lettucereleasing a syntactical howl
facial
stony camelin the dark of the desertthe air burns and barks
bombax ceiba
old women and old mengathering cotton-red flowersfor soups and teas
origami
the body's gates close hardon its geometry of nervesleaving violent bricks of light
variation
ouroboroschange bends aroundto swallow its tail
flying sword
slain birds of lightninga thousand cuts of language
future
heaving citiesweight without memorylead without weight
accordion
music like airless paincries outfor compression
City planner
aspiration shrieksglamour builds upover the people
fly
bat boyIcarus soon overthe sea-room
pyramid
gelatinous toweruncertain as Babelabout its language
flesh
flower of fleshits hand heldover its open mouth
ingredient
the smallest planetball of bonewinking out in time
performer
say you're an albatrosswith its body gonestruts and spars behind you
off-right
asparagus bonedeep frozen lilyfly by the moon on my face
straight
feral pencut into jaws by the pressof chiseling light
together
cold swarmsgrow urgent in warmthpushing chaos into comfort
boy
encased in serenityfixed in the orbit every boy takes
curve
straight edges stand hardforged in sunlight curves are sighs
rest
freed by a sculpturea prosthesis hand tight in the lust of self-sufficiency