Dessert Shore

1. Time for tea at the airport

If I haven’t fully growled
(may hap I haven’t growed up)
it’s because I’m an animus
an omnibus of Beth’s truck
d r i v i n g  i n  t h e d i s t a n c e
…scattered lines of light…

2. My stances

My stances may not be pretty, Amy,
but they sure are great. They have never been greater. I think about them like little sisters and clothing and chocolates. My problem at this very moment is that I don’t have enough to write about, and it’s really a problem.

3. Okay

Possible feelings:
--the man has got me
--the man does not
--I am free now
--I always will be
(freedom, as a tree frog)
--I am my own dog
--God is my savior.

Certainly, though:
Love never fails.

4. Love never fails;

else the sidebar.
the intractable highcar
phrased over thattaway
from the frames by the grain caveway
(((…don’t go cave away,
cave-way…)))

on me like Ponzi
schemes … I mean … to dream
faster that masseuses massage my large
knuckled bulges of triceps
is to really begin to gleam. 

5. Shhh, Massachusetts

Or then Massachusetts looms large like broom sets
put out for passage at the loyal, Polish bell.
(They sell these things like telephones!
… tell-a-phone; …telly-fones… )

6. So

When I hear fire I break skates to the wind,
so their skate pieces may whirl;

7. Prints

my how my presence leaves clues that
i was here! ? ! (They’re just finger pads!)
becoming whorls on specimen 100420 A
I’m down the hall, #B, in the morgue:
a man with a specimen (((a man w/ a lantern)))
illumining my fingertip ridges:

behold no whorls but thumbs with double-doops
and all loops ulnar save one
which is indeed radial.

I know this because as Boy Scouts
we studied fingerprints & heard
from a police detective. He was an
articulate man. That was before I
became an Eagle… 

((( we studied comic books
in grade school; said the man
who sold elementary dross)))

8. You will

find me
underneath a tree
besides a rug / a drug / a bear
or left laying stolidly in the silver lining
like something coming out of the woods and combining
with another shape like ramrod
geez, my stakes are large now,
I can’t let them talk me out of what
I deeply wanted. 

9. Lizard

I want a lizard for Christmas
or somebody’s habit to plead for ankles;
in the old West, the staircase banisters
weren’t see-through (for reasons of
chasteness). They were
shored up. And yet so far
--in the dessert--
from the coast.