FRAGMENTS ALIGN THEMSELVES
…
untouched for days
on the pavement
the white letter
from the Insurance Agent
fragments
align themselves
with longevity
instant fossils
Dawn is hot
a few giant white
seeds drifting slowly
after packing them
she repackages the Plums
a mole on her breast
a box of seconds
girls on bikes
in short skirts
speaking French
badly
brief Summer
rain
the rudimentary
tasks of the Hive
we use Fire
to change the other
three Elements
two of the Crows
leave the tree
I move the water
to the Blackberries
a Meat Flower
that likes itself
too much
from this our
whole Cosmology
our notion of the Gods
the Crone greets
me among the Roses
a Seahorse
around her neck
says it will be good
on the bus they
talk about where all
the birds have gone
dawn at the Fair
a few drops fall from
the creaking ride
Neanderthals with
metal hands
sickened bodies
empty integers
the silver door
creaks a little
before it slams
never play Chess
with a woman or
a broken finger
it changes the way
your hand thinks
the ceaseless drive
to be someone
else compels us to
an inferior version
of ourselves
to find the amusing
elements of loneliness
blue light
of the hills
the young Possum
flattened and bloodless
we argue about
pronouns
a few drops fall
then dissipate
the Bees will be
leaving with
the Polar Bears
chicks in sunglasses
eating hotdogs
while driving
the kinds of knives
we use
instead of dreams
things I saw on television
messages
I left on your phone
who told you that
and what else
did they tell you
and how did that
work out
the wind makes
the Crows jumpy
scattered about
the pulp of Plums
today you can
balance an Egg
on its end
things you left me
a vasectomy
a criminal record
in the empty unlit
fridge an Orange
I go without
my socks
the fragment is
portable
mixable
accessible
inconspicuous
durable
vague
one Crow
flies all the way
through my head
somebody wants
me to fuck
his Wife he sends
me her pictures
she’s in the bathroom
her breasts overfilling
a pink bra the hand
on her hip resting
there without a care
the Brazilian aircraft
that will carry me
flawlessly through
the sky
associative thoughts
more fluid
in relation
as antagonisms
Sunday morning
the crosstown bus
bags of cans
rustle at each turn
it’s been about
a year she suggests
you take a vitamin
the plastic bag
strapped down on
her rack a handful
of mushrooms
among the small
pebbles a few
orange leaves fall
a birdhouse
its floor rotted out
the shadow
of the mill
if you find
the right word
all the others
fall into place
one of the Crows
watching the other
Crows
the fire of
her sex against
my belly the barred
chamber I slip
into now and then
like a Thief or
an Excavator
laboratory studies show
that when not in danger
of being recognized
hence being
retaliated against
females behave
equally as aggressive
as males
identification
discrimination
comparison
metonymy
allegory
seen the fractured
empires
things are not
as they seem
nor are they
otherwise
first day of
the Shopping Season
down to
Mexican Grass
she says
Pussy Crumbs
just beyond
the reach of
the light
the Apple sags
on one side
on the receipt
from lunch
I respond to
your nasty note
a conversation
overheard
about
the Biology Teacher
something on fire
in the dumpster
melts the snow
as it falls
a few bricks
under the bricks
have crumbled
she tells me
in the dream she had
she said to her Husband
I said I’d have sex
with her if
she wasn’t religious
and of course
I’m not religious
she says of course
I say I know that
School of Blow-Jobs
versus
School of Butt-Fucking
things on television
things you said
I can’t tell the difference
girls on the radio
their blood in motel rooms
the investigation begins
we get dark
it gets drunk
the strange needs
that drive
people together
convention is not
for your use
it is to make
you useful
we walk among
the white rooms
our bodies pink
and swollen with desire
each of us
carries a plate with
our own excrement
on it
they give off
a little heat
this is how
we make
our acquaintance
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