some day as an envelope, weak weld on fold where lick lets a drag into the mouth,
trust mail to sew a nation’s cliffs together, that’s the add
some day as an envelope, weak weld on fold where lick lets a drag into the mouth,
trust mail to sew a nation’s cliffs together, that’s the add
the son awakes all the other 364 with a shovel in the sky, spreading chew across the mute country, give the work
centuries of stuff knock about the truck bed: gavel, bow saw, pike, spine glue, wax seal, thumbprints, awl, a slip and fall of humans
as ever, prod, peel and break the coil broiling the trunk one holds up to the sun as unclaimed proof
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