the drawer

cracking ripe fruit open on a rock

peaches

sensibility

wood slat

white light so hot it's blue and purple and healed and gone

blooming insistently without time

crumbles in the cleft of my sightline

soothes and quiets

gentleness finds me a steeple in the trees

heavy slate calcified to the sternum of a cliff

fraught and vital

demanding and sacrosant

everwatchful stone fruit thaws slowly on the bough and falls on strings bound to the meridian

[ ] leaves only on the smoke, flattening into the lax and glassy pinks of an early dusk

watch and pray

the way loudness can hold everything

i dream of open land chapped and bare

the young feel love certain like a palmstone worried over by an ancient stream

steam rolls from the breast of a trembling heart

sugar pane

combustion

industry

steam

red earth grooved like a split lip

lay your perfect faith over my outstretched arms

[ ] lounges in the notches of a slope burning violet in the fresh light

give me over to worship the slow pitch of body and brutal earth

dive/dove

aged and made more gentle with time

heaving bellows

divine service setting 4

cool water whispers in the narrow crag, lacing your body to mine. we share a brilliant swollen light, expanding forever in the smudge of twin handprints in the frosted glass

saccharine

rich

chemtrail tracks the nosedive

peppercorns

dull shoots of warped timber gather in the melting seafoam

sticky pineapple rings

leave me to my own devices

brine

giant white flag

glory in the mushroom cloud

splendor and heat

power setting

the bottom of the ocean and the ceiling of the theater

meet my eyes in the mirror

i don't notice the sheen

fat duck roasting on the spit

delicacy

life after love

oak tree folded at its waist

the altar of a natural death

drawing blood from ocean foam

siphoned

how deep the well runs

fertile ground

fog making the riven side of the mountain clearer

old woman on porch

fog burnishing the cliffs

blusters