mole fizz

I was walking
in a novel
with a wharf-rat
attached to my nose
by the butthole.

I’m a salesman.

cats tail

seeing trails

fire was trust
distinction is not
implausible here

would you walk in the woulds
rampant with me

how do these fish

such a bright blue sky

in your mirror

vanish

come whiff chez whiff crane whiff
in the spelunkers fu

Abjugation and Bolivar
20 robustos (flea parcel tantamount)

lisp through the scrim

explinkshun

a wonked log a
place where the whir and its gizmo
respite

a loaving square that will nourish
much mulch

respleened
where the chink unstrummed
gobs offa runnel

Fifth Curtain
Sing Home

where you    where you    where you    where you

fields      of      description

form dripping forms
equal tensions spun

flit / mash

My Chocolate Daisies
My Porch Sister Maize

fumbling a match
fly on the page

the random

landing

on the rill

besnook the proofs

dusting down

knuckle cool

against the coal

slum money

to meat the light

tribes from the moritorium gloat in the wheels

substance leashed to its periphery of ghosts

tract terse to its time

slow bleedings

leaves glossed black

an aviary of slippery missives

rash of engines

yellow fibers

tiny islands

of equal length

in the squall

that tabasco cap

two trips

down the stairs

up again

wanting is waiting is wading

subgnosis customized

buggyhawk

drooling crown

if we could catch a house on fire

spiral pegs leaf downwind
pods
winding ground

“to riddle with bullets”