TREE POEM 9

and choked / happy face

and grateful / greasepaint owl

sitting in your branches wiring brittle faces to the night’s machine

lying through smashed teeth my darling i’m sorry i’m earth now I’m carpet

and piercing whatever’s tissue whatever’s membrane

and leafing through hissing romances

when does the morning star eat us



TREE POEM 10

upside down street kicking soft susurrus of god parties

there are walls but we are vexed branches

white from the waters

there’s juggling and there’s drought

in childish rooms and thunder and baby baby

happy to be expressed

there are fuck togetherness

there are derelict smiles

but we are ash trees



TREE POEM 17

push the skin back into its lair

lick the ceiling lick the red

i am husk i am sapless

it’s easier like this

drown the maids all in a row

expatiate on lofty matters

i’ll knit your brows

i’ll unfold your kingdom

my maw yawns over it

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