describe affluent subtilize
back away
humble
discreet notion
hip joint and shake

mark the skin with ink
and play like love
isn't dark clouds hanging over
concrete ledge--city brow
and sinister
street-
light

with all the courage
brave beginnings--
pressed hard between repetition--
is hard (graves gone) to come by
wave
good byes
while looking
like rolling plains (grass land empty)
heaving thought across
heavy
unmarked
road

quick impression of Patagonia

looking askance
pale nervous laugh
white palms rubbing together
a psalms to current time

Patagonia wind
wild
willful
lit mountain rain and broken tin

small i's dot the landscape--
a call for greater Things
where horses are not broken
where

we linger on gray hooves striking the ground
with our stance

thin enough to call a barely breeze
-----weak

----her images--already ill-defined--began
to dissipate

walking
was difficult
marked by sin (among other things)

when wildly forward
was all she wished
upon nothing her ground--imaginary

plight--
exodus to fantastical future
where running and WILL
returned
to usher in another time

less stricken by the weight of day

little stone
working its way
into celestial trials

the next step
forgotten
among the looking-for of backdoor escapes

leverage--a fake sucking-in of mistakes
among discarded skin and error

delete love--
gouging out the eyes of romance
with tender hands and a smile

be a breeze
----------- a birch tree silence

a swollen eye
------------- black envy

destination--sheets--the cool spread of sex
------------ a syntax misplaced by garment

---to know thunder---how it hollows the skies
with talk of murder

keep it smooth
---------------- sing about other things

like trumpets
and spring

a trembling parenthesis of gathering silence

the allure of return

impulse

ferried response carried electric

across blighted emotion

speak into the thin darkness

to feel it reverberate

sending shivering fingertips

to collect dense intention

white washed illness
stalled plows in the field
river bones mixed--
wash out to sea
whose salt
is sweat filled
teary night--

stripped ashy trees
stand unashamed
skinny naked trees
gesturing to bald sky

bald sky bares witness
to our embarrassment
as we grow
mute
and shy--

the heavens do not know pity
brothers and sisters
circular nature
company and split self
wetlands, coast, drying fields
fertile
rusty plow oiled slick and new

the corn is high and blue ------ while
history is made in backyards
urban slews, rooftops, alleys, near the silo
behind the brush fire, in the kitchen,
on the street
mingled with place
and people

stories are being told
borrowed time
walls
lots of walls
bricked up ------ plastered
coated and invisible
like birds in tree tops
birds in tree tops with their
invisible hanging houses
searching for the morning

the morning and sound
the salty sea
north
the south sweat
river
muddy and sensuous
the bones of stories
silos and plows
noise, morning noise
and mist
mist covering--a blanket over tilled land
tilled land filled with future
and past

quiet from its past
tilled by its future
while the long hands of century
hold
element over this land