Looking at the animosity that's on Earth and the criminality and the darkness and the wars, we are not really nice people. We are not a benevolent species in any way. We are killers. Because we are that way, you have to assume that life in the universe is that way. – Paul Verhoeven                                                                                                                                                                                                     

 

 

sweet flinders jeezus           this

is just effing cherry

 

                                                                       cicadas from venus

 

juice leisurely vacuuming

my band-aid                    a

 

                                                                        bug hunt afloat in frantic parkour

 

haptic governance of razor

contested physics of tampa

 

                                                                        so don't dilly-dally with snapshots

 

florid how my steristrips
of law ve gone bauxite

 

                                                                        or albums          all s lost

 

black       a

moonrock

 

                                                                        they re bopping in on the crest

 

of scab             say

some allium done

 

                                                                        solar radiation s joust

 

paid to my thumb

denominator of look

                                        

                                                                        the way they ve cleaved

 

under the wink  

of aquamarine

 

                                                                        together that grasshopper scene

 

a sedan chair of zinfandel
begets to a stabwound

 

                                                                        for Days of Heaven

 

 

incursions are the uncastrated

britney spaniels

                                                                        using peanuts in heat

 

 

of pain         hang on

wait          one alluvial moment

                                          

                                                                        shells tossed pail after pail

 

are we rolling

bob

                             

                                                                        minute three-or-four-person canoes

 

begins Nashville
Skyline
qua jovian

                            

                                                                        in cataract duet

 

that ferrous eye

a dobro s cold nickel

                                          

                                                                        the downward thrust

 

stonefruit the xylophone

c notes of bleed                            

                                                                        a chopper s rotor

 

my christmas cuticle

runnels icily and

                            

                                                                        at 70mm a frame

 

square unemployed mensch

kneed calisthenics of haunch

                            

                                                                         a playback s obverse

 

drain my insides

to out

                            

                                                                        a tryst of grapefruit in betadine

                            

annexing skin and crop

rotation s begun

 

                                                                         what in the name of birdsville
                                                                         do they want?