From Marfa
epic ochre
subverts other
desert going
white with color
subtle desert gesture
epic bluff
see the shrug and husks
the rock shop and the chick barn
stark is rich and wretched
hills heave epic ochre, nap agate
hear the train
heifer bodies bluff rain
bluff / sky / bluff / cinema
sky diorama
black rock imposters
lying in wait to wake and chew
---
as if the horizon had gently pulled your wailing body
toward its body (mute quilt)
as if you also stood wobbly in the middle of the road,
wondering,
where is the boundary against which
my bones are bones, and not weather?
what star looks back
at my death?
did you realize the graduation of bluff to canyon,
gold to verdant green?
a family of brown cows in the valley,
their foreheads churning ivory?
no, your back makes letter shapes in shirts
your hair feigning monument
your hair swirls, tumbles dark
over mountains
quartz, fool’s gold, geode, gravel
silly putty, mop the stuff
military hospital, mutilated cattle
vocal lilt, daytime grotto
wax upward, where is westward
horsehair bracelet, thunderbird
grecian minnow, empty timbre,
grief is a vowel to glean and sow
----
not the cardinal on the fence
his red a whirl, and the wren
not the weather
why is a weather
why is our folly, and our failure
why is what if, whether intending
not-red or not-wren
why is a tether to altogether other, not-boy
not a whisper in the ear of one who
feels it in their teeth
he likes the plosive, the not-bird
the foal, watch him blink
Barney
he likes the body sock
the hot dog
the corn dog
video games
he likes to run around naked
altered dogs
he likes to take his shoes off
my parents, she thinks
my beautiful black cats
the one with diabetes,
and the other one
new organs
and clouds
I will forget who I am
or idiom
she is a doctor
just imagine
the taxonomy alone
and the insurance
hyperbole of hyperextension
cumulonimbus solipsism
all of a sudden,
clouds make cloud shapes
ranches lit flatly
somewhat autumnal
subtle color
an animal
shepherd stumbles into water
cistern churning over ground
epic ochre subverts other
sweet coyote shot and bound
or did she just describe his forehead
like a bluff, a ridge
like a gentle slope
a panicked slip
it is not like a woman
it is a mental ritual
he conjures monsters
we will be habit
this time the fireman thinks
you said cat
find your wife
yearn and pine
you are bursting with purpose
beneath your arms
her silver mane
soft sheet
you roll, and pinch
say sorry
take on shepherd
take on sheep
fool’s gold, agate, bloom, and sand
thick dark, a roof, a mouth,
clouds as freakish geometry
hair as figurative approximation
to be looked upon with sleep
my love is always almost
there is far too much tin
in my mouth there was a garden
----
looking out of the canyon we see men
sepia legend
churning what few leaves there are into movies
this is really something
they toil deep into thin skies
small dogs of mythology
called foolish in the mouth
braid faces over the edge of the desk
wounded birds
what language
eroded into castles, great castles
rocks remain on fire, take pictures
and while terns rake the sea for whales
abiding always with the gale
small of back what westward wheat
protectorate and feral sweat
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