Author: G H

brittle makes for rich notes swirling in the soup, bubbles snapping out of fish heads staring from the other world

hay is for healthy mouth movement, teeth flash from under skinned cushions, from a silent distance, everything talks

organs in the mail, currency in the water main, policies in tree rings

take my hand with you over the border

at the end of this hill awaits a sun sweating in the gas flares peerlessly centered for yours

pleasure is a burning car, blinding gas from broiling upholstery smearing odometer and memory of miles

so smelled the flame hardening ponder in hearth heat, a star proves in the brow

wood ring index of the fine notes knotting under skin book for cover as hail comes

in light, hammer, in dark, fell; a curse upon the first head to strike sulphur

better than not slips through in always sufficient to slow traffic over chest bump

sludge builds a home at 9 am in the neat civil plan falling to earth