wires fed through trees
speaker leaves
speakers balance
on branches
it takes a sloth ten years to build one a birds nest
i can fit all my pens
in my left fist
drain all the blood from them
the right hand cups the ink, sand
through my fingers
hammerhead nails in dolphin blowholes
UFO tuna cans crash in the ocean
landsharks swimming through windows
wide grin from your daughter,
the whole world is waiting…
taking in the stories.

bare beauty is what the “what” is.
manna.
it is how she fit in my hands
and my arms stretch twenty feet long
but my brother has his own life to live
and he can’t carry my hands forever
anyway…
right above our sky lies the ocean
shafts of light break through
a current of asteroid
to become dust
and then us.

once man has learned to create life, game over
here comes the black.
soft wave. soft hair falls to the ground
as we stand
calcium stick figures
shadows blasted onto the wall
only one native left
pulling out wads of wheat paste
matting mirrors
to the blank eyes of hand puppets.