hark

this evening the dew is shameful  this bruised eyelid evening
the street lamps warm  flicker  nonplussed plus

two

I have merle h. on  I allow a peppermint tea
to be written my longings circle in chants to boot
what are the chances one two three five hike
leaping in the spiked heel in the gravel  oh  o

I know a writing done for patience I know a writing doled
one salt crack at a time I know one for a woman
so she use legs soon soft frock sad me the heart to howl is wide there

when the next then alaska can bleep her telemarket accent

I keep

these fish tinted hours between dusk and
socked dark

            the bleep being take a wolf to

now hour one my great strength

now I’m clean

where I walk after shines

night

night don’t ash on me now