I rub the featherd veins
that rear away on the out skirts of my hand
cling to my finger nails
hover on the ends and smile

I loved you in the blue afternoon if yesterday
to offer the enormity of the heart
to dance in a sunny disposition
after we finished before we start.

only your God will prenounce us dead
sat in the cemetry of your being
tearing from every well
was blind to love but now im seeing.

Sugar Cola Cubes

Introspective mathematics
a merged butterfly camouflage
on a buddleia purple
against a sky
I cry every day for my father
sugar cola cubes tinted with redness
hover intently and collapse.
The immersion heater scolds me
it is my intensity
do you know how easy this is for me
rummaging through the gut of my mind
to find the intestines of cerebral sheep
that I count, 1 2 3
every fucking night like a little bo
Yo
count with me I beg you with a crook
thieving from history.
stealing in an obscure rectangle that describes the collapse
of a universal relapse
retrospective
mathematics.

snipette

Stab of yellow
streaks silently across canvas
a hay day sunrise peeps
seeps the stalker, taller
from the under growth
to the over shrink
gatherings of dirty, rusty nails
flail up hill to solar light
in fields we erupt
to gaze
to make this day our own.

Tilted perspective

A Prussian blue washes
over me from head to toe
a violent varnish
encasing
locked in statuette silence
ultra marbles spiders weep
a hue so alive
in the entanglement of chaos
misfortune less
the reigns of spectrum
oceans depth
to ozone hues.