there’s a woman going around cutting ties
imagine all those business men
small triangles

she enjoys mincing old words
recycled like sand
blown in the cracks of his hand

he tries to wiggle free from his tie
cracking his neck
chicken snap

she whispers, original never mattered
x-ray your own heart
and face the radiation

versus crumpled up like
napkins in our laps: if you don't stop
smoothing out the cracks

then you'll have to deal with your donuts
oroboros treat, feed the small doggy
who kneels at your feet

loose beaks in the office quick quacks
oh here comes those scissors
click click clack

had to take some time
for you and me to grow
which way, you say?

surely up! to do our taxes before
May and smell the 401K
no more coffee and curdles

definitely down. you can't make that film
till your heart is buried in sand
and sprinkled on your lenses

forward, yes, you have to kneed it
that hot loaf you've been perfecting,
not self-conscious and ready to rise

but also backward—our backs
hold old pains we lie every night
so remember your spine

and around...to see something bigger
than that picture we painted
and thought that we knew

now together again, a bit more grown
two ferns swaying side by side

kids keep popping bubbles
daily plastic dreams
atomized, atomotized
popcorn kearnels scream
alone and yet
spread thin, rolled onto one sheet
we weren't made to compete
i'm not made to compete

oh to finally say
exactly what you mean
claw toothed crones,
drones, MRI machines
plastic mimesis
branded stasis
whole peoples
experiencing crisis

the violence is "over there"
no, not my plastic dream
come out of the shower
her greif scrubbed clean
pop off in your rocket
but there's slugs in my lake!
if you kids keep popping bubbles
the foundation will shake

estrangment from mud is bad for your health
the doctors don't know a thing
she drank creek water,
and wore a pigeon for a hat,
in her cup she houses three rats
she offers her cup to me
i'm wary but I sip into the mystery

true, i was once embarrased
of her giant cow coat
of Bubba, the poodle,
southern expressions like,
Yella!
Dawg Gonnit!
SHE WROTE IN ALL CAPS

her cheeks held onto things
that this here world lacked
heart string tendons
held our family in-tact
inside ivory knuckles
was a hundred pianos to play

some days we wonder
where it is that she went
back into the mud, of course!
or the vein of a leaf
the sun spot for your dog
the wind in the trees
that scar on my knee

bygone man
i don’t have any cash, sorry
just billions of pennies
stacked into one slice
someone else will …
I'm not completely sure

bye, gone man
i need ten quarters to
wash my stains
i’ll need to make some change
change, change, change
we wish things could change

by god man!
did man-kind really evolve
to hit this plateau?
people and
pennies everywhere
lying so low

big one man
looks like you never did have love
for the rusted pennies in the mud
building us on a false dream
concrete fountains:
in god we rust