big fat work

big fat wo           rk is severa

l colors of plant
                                    akaso
in the
                                      wild
or dried
                                bunched

some shots require
 as my headache unzipped
strap plastic dr        agonflies

 ahead             like brilliant green
Septem
                    be
                              r remains blue

this is the bets season
September 1 until the end of month

 tall galoshes
she makes bags        so intricate

subtle diamonds
I watched

               traditional dances
               flow of wr

ists resists
katydids                   sit and char
                                 with me

drink
a mug of
castell        o d         iablo whatever
                                for the end
 of
 a furious February

divine

acculturation, or
working yr sister into the poem

I mean I luv her how could I not
 look at her

over there *point* somewhere
or right here where I can see

every time I read this she's right
over there *point* somewhere

or right over here beside me
or that column with the vines

acculturation

Not the same

the two 

that are

n't the same

Yeesh

Predators

all over

this town

in the form 

of fusion

not worth

the words

nor

       Doanh's

take a proper

portrait of me

in a western suit

Now
even that queue

is bored to death of me

and decides to sever

itself,  
so that I
can't return

f

missing
carrying on

flirting astronomers pin
each other

sitting

Outside's the driest,

 saltiest
             \\city//

what do I know
life, however cold,

has  its  own
crab  pillow.

I tell ya
all the counties

of Maryland
before I know

to save
it saves for me.

I'm a good kid
       
I tell myself
go make dinner.

At the counter,
I smile at yr smile
as you smile at my smile.

to fran

everyone knows
how to write
a proper birthday post
but I don't know

instead I sit
on the toilet
and worry
over words

gourd

gentle and succulent
as the meat in cheeks

paid comcast bill
eeeeaaaaarrrrrrly

read your email
thinking about

going to poetry
readings again

but the jury duty
distracts from mountains

do you say, believe in
the Seven Star Immortals
      or just

no one said the magic
words to me
      today

whorlwind

won't say in
a whorlwind

of a table storm
crushed lonely

maraschino
in the bottom

of a flute
couldn't hear it

if you try
some say

try to listen
cultures in

a bathroom
say you

write poems
say you get

to the pussy
say you lose

an old friend
ask yrself all

of the differences
upon waking