Stills

maraschino
would drink
almond sugar
pink as
and the tongue
a cherry thing
desiring tumbleweeds


·


mine has a melted
windshield
and the voice noise of
strangers passing
in fact I am the stranger here
more than the ear can hold


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paint as dress for
bodies of light
the parents of
this work


·


numbering trees
the trick to
fracking dream scenarios
river as verb
a sequinning practice

in the present I tend to stutter
to give more movement to my
words


·


all the words
day
barking
begging for the sweet
the sleep

snow the airport closing
collapsed little dream
shaken and glassy

clear as gin
she wrote
numinous bodies of fish
what the ancients saw


·


opera and dessert
our teacher with Fellini
hat and small dog
named, perhaps, for Nino Rota

another morning in the hue


·


in my study
we danced a little


·


among the broken
light of seeds
grasssends
sweet and lacquered


·


crime
organized and disorganized
cigarettes
everywhere
again
and starting to remember
how things were


·


naked
I labored to
hold the poses
she required


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pure materialism          painters


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my poor answers


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to be serious
and to know what one means


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recovered from a long season of posthumous films you return in landscapes and intricately fabricated plotlines. beaded dress, feather boa, explanations and fresh desire. banging
silverware on the table, remembering an island of a certain time. solar epic and the way it thinned you to manzanita.

I mean forgetting. clasping and releasing to the sky.