Saturday, September 20, 2014

For Beth in this Time of Life

After the night, only the one night, house sparrows are trees. Small trees, bush and shrub entities, roots and branch alive. After that night, the reflected world, the house of sparrow dream. In the flick of seed or what on the expansive ground, levee breaks or night is only then. In the day of autumn, the one day, the only day, and house sparrow tribe is in tree or floor of earth in the sky of god’s image. The splay of slide guitar in the town of music, in the breath of time or space (we don’t count a lot). No death exists in the house of sparrow.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Annihilation Occurs, Resulting in the Production of Two

left in the distance of each word, blue trail of sky project, doctors say thing…

we remark the delicate sky with efflorescence of booster rockets, kindled sentences, trains in the marsh…

positional object in the sky of hope, word plant, document drawn seasonal piece…

soon the adjective greases its montage, soon the variable verb functions loose cannon, soon the noun is nothing talking…

adverb lightly in the breaking wave, constant impasse, a select phew…

positron trumpet.