Down my golden spine
The nail thorn lies
Plucking a spider harp
To curl my peppered bones
The earth flows
It flows like flame
Put me in a pile of soot and
I’ll call it home sweet home

I am not me. I hear too much of what other people say to be me.

Peel the comet’s skin
Into the forests mouth
Where trees are coughing out knots

I’d catch a balloon
And set free to the sky
To watch with diamond eyes
And lust with child lies

The heart’s of gods
Made of gold
Are scattered on my lips

Molten fireflies daunt the poised embers of cancer fire
Chlorophyll is glowing
Spoiled are the rots in the larva casket

Sensational paws nettle the log belly’s chipping sheets

Gypsy moths barbarize moss decorations on the forest face

Graffiti animals are feasting on star flowers

In the animal imagination, strawberry thirst lingers

Here, the buffalo have gathered, tempted by the living harvest of buried planets.

Put on my honey face mask
And sit behind the sun
See silver lined harmony
And a noose of diamond eyes