windance

well wind being dance
words to push against
or pick with brittle teeth
fired straight ahead jagged
sharply round edges full
with blow a soar that breaks
in blue in white a life
but not as what we know

well wind was always poems
wasn’t it i mean
air’s crisp tendrils whisp around
a face still undefined still
pretty – that’s something
worth writing on
anyway

say wind
to win a prize
somewhere – if not first place
at least the coach's trophy it’s
possible to sneak
in at the back door why not
it blows on still – joining
in such airs can’t hurt

a tree

a tree

is a flower

too bursts out

against in sky a sphere yet

such measuring just strains guesses

nets that aren’t a flower a tree beautiful

though something too that grasps reaches

out backwards from air lights blue

and grey fall through too

that empty white net a

struggle to keep

that’s not

sixty

i.m. (perhaps)
don't break their
need between thick sheets
to grip frances her fury
writing was ability to succour souls
rhymes predictably became an even nobler application
i mean socially speaking of course qualifying jumps
got undecided tree determinations. A spread leaks sky, warm
bricks that keep the stars in check, hold their place
in moulding ferry timetables, interview opportunities and related matter. Blue, cold,
the park remains (he has to guess), grass rips out her silicon
hood, finally drives all kinds of birds, bats, helicopters into her veiny skull