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.

human bovine babies
crying for glue
little bovine babies mooo.
go to the hospital, stick in some tubes…
cows in the emergency room!

poke and prod, maced by a cotton swab
milk flowing down park avenue
fences in herald square-
when’s a recession a depression?

whenever the windows get smashed
and fire gets thrown. . .a good guess,

men will be tried in this lifetime.

lets get it down now
lets get it out
I am no cow on this subway.

…the white house won’t see a depression.

the white house has blood, it has milk on it’s hands
we watch the world sink in pink quicksand.