Dim
A frog’s patience
Never learned manners
Never saw a sunbird
Tripping under a rickety ladder
Sizing up a wooden fence
Dwelling on dents
Wire like braces
Hold the pickets
Like teeth huddled
You never move that old truck
Grille is latticework for vines
Albino sprouts under the hood
Like things growing from the basement floor
You need a little light
And privacy to grow.
Chemical
Rocks socket locket
Open the rock
The time for death is here
The sign of trials is here
The ledge of miles is here
The wicked feed songs to sport
Casting the last vanished in lone land mote gallivanting
Spoiled nuance
Spend sour winding mallards
Cowards in their vengeful pittance
Mittens for foul stodgy mice
Upchucked witness obnoxious glimmers
Burn barrels of the minds retort
Candlewicks and spinal cords mix
With debris of a vanquished kiss
Melted
Charcoal captures nothing.
West
Drink gasoline
Burn out run around
Collapse drown
With heat
Chimney licking black ash flashing
Floating
Spirit
Disintegrate
Chalky walls
Dirty feet
Playing toes
Itchy nose
Try to tolerate
Jumpy
Why did you hurt it?
Accident
Wasp spray
Water chased it away
Dead bell hung
On the roof
Soft violin
Bruised ice snorting
Pot pie gloating
Horns blew into a fat stew
Burning on the ground
Clean the bricks
Smolder
Grey powder
Holding down the dirt
Like your head
Around your shirt
Louder
Hammer acid wash
Wire brush
Rusty swing
Obsessive
Sickly branches
Lustful mowers
Secret avalanches
Chopping trash
Sidewalk tripping
Cripples people
Small sprayers
Strange mixtures
Looking east
To see whose going west
She said
When she was young
Fell out of that tree
Another
Next-door
Sits on the stoop and smokes
Sometimes talks to me.
Search
The two sat on the edge
of a barren ravine, “…shall grind his teeth and pine away.”
All that is visible
Is the other side of the bank.
Land locked
Garbage dump for previous tenants/
Shovels have a hard time toiling
Dump fights back
The dead fight back the grave robber
Night picking
Like a fierce raccoon
Taunting helpless fish
Caskets disheveled tipped
As if rolling
Flopping side to side
Pits underground
Balance mounds on top
Flashlights become ghosts
Zipping around/
Mosquitoes looking for hosts.