bright morning


on my waist


my starbelt



and my dusky eyes

are pink and green risings


the grass groans

in the weeds of the wind


I descend to a cave

drop to earth

the horizons collapse


from white envelopes

fingers caress

bright thighs




after the earth foamed

the sky shook

and the rage of the sun

was brave as any lad

on a haystack


the snake slipped

into the bales of the day


and the shouting lunch boys spat milk and blackberries

at the people on

the slo mo movietone news


ink leaked

under the blanket of time

and the old woman


her beak

sharp in my ear