Ode to Sleep

want the quaking aspen

want the suffered
orange the green with guilt

and cover up the smart




triple wonder face cat
gutted shrunken harmony
jalopy frighten

I couldn't respond to my ennui
without curtains

odalisque nature
curlique rampion

ramp champ, bit draggled

when I saw the horse, she bit me fierce and long and red and trying, bit and whiskered, I create a present without you, without me, the lone train skitters across the sky like the memory of a lullaby song, a shorn someone


knotted cream, thick silkings my ceiling a grade for you to crime

I want that scarp opened the sky a brunt and when does sky become air
asked Eileen Myles and I answered her, where

hunt the scarlet down down
to where it roosts

to wake the legendary aspen

when asking opens

what wakes



when the skate is a bird
and not a lamb, is a fish and not a turtle

what eggs on the firsting

my fist a puzzle, a monkeybread anagram

dharma bent on crusting
the sky with scallions

starts of stars awaken
like the white knife of the blue heron

her head a grief of sharp clouds


when can I learn to whisper my epsilons, my mouth
a Mundt a namer, can we transfer something cream


a shell opening its sweet brine
a sand grain browing over my eyelid

can escape become
objective


or will we deign to feign
communion


milkround taste of sky
earthy and rut and fro

open my me to our

hunt the scallop

I wish the target range closed to all of us, milky-
grey and salivate, an article of frail

bream like lemming light, their bodies
under dusk

when the horse bit my ferret I cowered until time
was ruined and opened from the inside

bottlewet with sky, milkwet with teeth,
bonerwet and shy, orange and green and seep