kingsoftrain

we come for death, stay for mother.

I cut myself
might a memory
make room
for sound.

god studies his own cure.

holes
for breathing

some get
to heaven.

I know a woman whose shadow will never be the same.

–

we are eating from a bowl that wants to go home.

god’s brain was devoured by a stone.

I saw my father. he was on his second bird.

his teeth were yellow.
or yellowish.

little doors, little me.

a room of real yellow.

a cigarette burn and the time it tells once. gum in the puppet’s hair.

blind date
with birth.

until I found her cigarettes, my mother was a giant. is there something I can say online that will give me hands? leave an empty laundry basket in a cave that’s crying. rain gives water a church.

for the gone and for the nearly, brother has the same stick.

I call belly
what he calls
eye
what answers

to limb

for Brian Dawson

three unicorns
in horse’s
dream
surround
a lame
deer

can dream
be stopped

swimmer’s nostalgia. grain of salt.

the infant
is clumsy
but no one
knows

I say
into beer cans
code names
for ear

oh earth
to dog
miss

whole phantoms