FLAGLER MUSEUM
And the golden sasquatch of a
summer/story
begins, like milk, in an evil
persimmon.
FOR NIGHT/B
SIDE: FILM
STILL
OF GIRL WITH THE SECOND
TO LAST SNOW: FOR
NIGHT
I smear some chicken grease on
my face,
and begin
another poem for Anna
Chapman
FOUND FASTENED TO A LIFE JACKET WITH
A RUSTED
PAPER CLIP/IN AN ABANDONED SHIPYARD
Strange
rules in a strange
estate.
How much further can we drive, John
Berry?
A cruel girl
on a writhing street,
Legend
Road,
I’ll never tell.
I walked around for days
looking for a job in the perfect magic shop, but
it was like
someone kept walking in
front of the sun,
and moon.
“I’m
up for parole, but I’m breaking
out
anyway.”
“I saw a shooting star,
and felt so much better the
next day.”
“I
would like to be warm in the sky.”
The
grass as a symbol.
Marigny
Cathedral.
De mis soledades
vengan. I
have found/my
summer
witch.
SUBURBANADULTERY
I
gave my summer away to
the devil
daffodil/meadow
dream
WRITTEN ON A JAPANESE MAGNOLIA
Watching Die Hard on mute,
staring into the sky, this, this
Hypnagogic thrush
