birding


this unlikely morning a noisy flesh
solid dawn boiling water
watered eye brown arm flesh
memory of once a berlin quarter girl
that cool spring the gentle hatless burden
meek in a word aphasia
elizabeth on a sailboat
a pliable witness ten cent champagne


link of skin hidden and dry unhesitant
doubt handwritten sown into the chart
appealing to what is unsaid to a wife
seasonal what was oh its name
myopia ach the thing blurs


limitless doubt bathtub narrow
chill feet numb wet soft coal
not even an unweildy chair
helpless as tin meanwhile
mice in the cupboard hale fat bold beings


curdled sky all dun blue air
too quick the blurred eye palmed out
broad hand billowing quiet
bed shaped hill the furthest north
coffee grounds leaves stirring distraction
cursed speechless flightless doubt then
one bird wing over the powerline
a dry gully dawn's chatterlings all brown settle in
eye winched tight never a nest but a dull dust wattle
oh once i saw the red jays come flocked and starved bright

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birding



an unlikely lord
an unlikely
boiling water
the cool spring the gentle hatless burden
surprising a memory of one
fells downs meeks marshes
in a word aphasia
watered eye brown arm flesh kin to sunrise
noisy changing flesh climbing not a single drawer
a link of skin hidden geometric doubt
pliable witness
what was oh one name precisely
assymmetric myopia ach the thing blurs
limitless doubt bathtub too narrow skein unweildy unlikely stair
climb helpless as tin beartrap
as mice in cupboard hale fat bold beings


one claw pierced flight from one bare claw
amicable flightless unlikely birdling
blue and dun quickflying to blurred eye palmed out
loud hooped arm billow bed shaped hill furthest north
watch and watch vigil coffee grounds leaves stirring
drifts came high pale in at the door out at the window
cursed nightly the storm cured speechless with flightless doubt
oh bird one wing over in the icy wave noseless
white caplets tide a dry gully dawn's chatterlings all brown
eye ground shut never a nest a dull dust wattle
in a drawer the window hill a line going up
i see the red jays come flocked and starved bright





1/23/2005