time when the turning birds silver time exploding brined like sweet lemons
time wolves bark skunks slip into coops fishing line knots up roads slick
proud with ice the boys I fuck all eat candy
smell like hi-bounce balls out of a dime machine girls hide knives in boots
doesn’t cost much to turn a person chickenfeed they say so-and-so’s working the
feedlot mean ratting to the cops squeak kettle and the buds shine ice will float
anything you can think of under the grass sharks and under the sharks
mirrors come on cousin sunday you know what we’re gonna do while they’re
at church wake up now
tent pole broke got you in the mouth I saw the tooth fly but you blacked my eye later
in utah strangers pretended we were both boys my voice lower even if the
bengals jersey showed my tits they weren’t dawn spit lines between leaf and
sandstone picnic tables scared me worse
left in the boxcar grapes and a stiff blanket sky dead like your father
enameled I mean hit it it breaks like teeth outside the cornfield no one
talks when the wind blows no one slices your arm a little to get at the
resin
sometimes I wake up with a mouse on my tongue a baby mouse
sometimes with a cleft palate that dogwood with colored glass all hung in it
don’t go towards the creek from there walk the other way I found some
cracked gravestones I make rubbings
slit a fish open its belly shines no shame in it only rusty hooks old lures
waterbugs pretty as you you meaner than geese in the pond touch sticks to the
electric fence like my sister’s hand on it smells like horses crying where is there
a hollow tree for wishing in drinking whiskey to hear the bullfrogs clearer