the cat has its own red,
and modernist chair, and in the
intervening kosmon, parents fed,
their pet dog. the imaginary
or foetal feudal casings,
whole shrimp cast up
by the ogre
like blue thumbs of flint
both mania and whatever dugs
they pill the minds with
walls their young make a grotto with
and south Lamar
in the 1920's he'd ride his own horse
down to Barton Springs to swim,
and we, the inheritors
of a vast hot wind
we moved swiftly through that plain
joints and jetties and damnit
mother script congress
imbue
they stand up and ride surf boards in the river
like gondolas
long pole water walking stick
and the heat is unbearable
tragic
lost neanderthal radio
dorsal umbilical train
at work in the bodies of a simple monarchy of flies
and sandwiches
solvent
tartanas
the slime
at the feet of its seven stars
white flashes if long degraded
ibis
over
staunch heron
the paragraph knuckles
of green scrub land
the grey and orphan file
file no name in java
for a blacksmith
we look and marvel
slow and touching
the chemistry
its head flavor standard
rared
there the doubled snake skin hangs
among the charged yolk
of cast-off junk and furnitures
fury over gone in glow
cold waters we sneak in
eyes slitted between the rampant
hanging bodies
we dip
and roast
and admire the lucre
of the hushing oak
swag knob of a land
skintilla
for cheery
its dash on
wile
