antimony reflects

 (a pig or book that deforms)

horizontal bisons
slip like water
through the prairie
of kangaroos
any inmage gurgur
right is tight that
your line candor spreads
across the moor
through the wax trees
carrying skiffes trinkets
and glodde all bunched up
waves of articles and objects
and where the green bandages allow
hurt lightning under the scab
of rotodendron kohonkadori
night after night the voices
of the insects grow more weak
weeks rest away in this cloistered plan
displaying colors to (as or wile this that)
dark space resumes its sucking herald
and where the eye presumes
there is some
bleak vision of suckling the sublime
our distance narren-tome-o-rama
toopic unknown
janus we winter downy

brune
autumn will still be kneading its meat
on the doorstep
it will be a field of deep grass
whose black velvet kangaroos
of obsidian tea sets
will have spread soot to fingertips
in the old hospital
we will spend our time crying
into quail ~!look canary bottles
each watery flute skull
is an island school of fishes
our heaven was the lost host abstraction
of innocence in pleading to
a meaning beyond meaning
that physical our reward
in the before life
come briefly for some hunting
the chemical ram
burrows star horns in capering corn
glad resounding
oat turning ergot in the forbearance
of quality switch

what skulks in the village of deep grass
transparent limousine pig
whose head is obscured in the red foam
of wriggling children
going and then returning
into the sky of lines
i imagine a green moon of springtime
and kangaroo parades
where thujects once pleaded
to the involuting thoughts
do not take our daughters
each ink splotch mirks common
into your sooty pouches
thujects glide before the seed statues
only the body is reason
to be insane with spring
and a consort
all through the night
to day

virgin messages
are brooding in the rain
red bills
red legs
capital bird
i will put to you this question
do things go well with love
does love recite
beyond knowing in lines
darkness
which spreads randomly
in the summer grove

nightclothes lay empty
stitches
of mirror face down
our family spreads