Red or Rather
an.
        over version
already almost
        idyllic stagnation fading
were ever war
        cryptic craving.
for.
        some but same


      sour warm

formica attribute
erratic
I like that toil twitch

died this book more than free from feel fact

implant onset
self-smooth
the one was base and loose
is gamma youer
malt extreme
aerosol bled, thick and ham
rule verve foments
laden wool consequence
unurge
cheers to shellac

pull dyke


flight

under i over
shallow wine crossing
a parakeet lost interest in talking

next to among
rock against rock
roasting thinks not of the duck

while aneither
dust book may burn
her raven will not return

even one ever
ever one even
suspended in air
seagulls so fair


song

trying to should is at make
well me just off and about
say that I
feel of my
reasons luck easy enough

story but at least again
these are some lost of its eyes
most goes but
on level
they more turns surprised and like

can this than chekhov himself
that is by time wasn’t silence
keep thinking
that really
heroes of comment on rate


        silence
     back tracks
        against
     white calls
        of iced winter

        in front of
     wall-sized window
        behind

        the scenery leaks in

        erotica
     shivers
        anatomical

        runaway sleep
     jumps me
        dishabille dream
     give me your disease
        in (social) tuition


                1 to 4

        waves drift
        between sky-blue and skin-pink
        waves spread like balsam

        i move through the streets
        or jellyfish swims the seas

        waves of uncertainty,
        waves of pleasure,
        they transmutate into each other

        framed sky-blue against skin-pink expanse

        grid waves
        of an island's horizon
        infinite finiteness caresses the eye

        laws of storms
        out-of-focus
        waves of storms
        of grass

        the distant flapping of wings
        a sky-blue and a skin-pink square fly around the room
        on the wall
        hidden in two separate oblong strips of 1 to 4 ratio
        
        reticent
        they flap their wings
        they are the heart of the wave


        love is winter in the sahara
        a painful relief from the heat
        and excitement of the everyday

        enthusiasm is like a commercial
        an orgasm
        chilling to the bone

        couples think they are birds
        dark crows 
        sweating in the sun

        spring arrived in a single hour
        the animal is awake in me
        eager for green and females,
                and trees to climb


			rose-flame-fuel

the thought of you
			descends on me
					        like afternoon nap
in the cool green breeze
			the thought of you
					         a rose-flame-fuel

			it burns with red delight
					         the thought of you