Red Dead Nettle
(Badman’s posies, Dumb-nettle)
Some tinge like a ponytail
stung my lip, slipped
rattled and smarted word clumps
that spored and blew off course.
Once a noisy grubber
now a Buster Keaton.
In this deficiency muteness unnerves, it is suggestible:
verging on emergency prostrate, it is also to be
as in go to and dig deep
as in membrane barrier from interference
as in photograph the derelicts
isolate damage, erosions and drag.
Burr of goose grass that primes these witnesses,
trims the mane where swirls sinuate.
Can’t Can’t Say
can’t can’t say can’t can’t say can’t can’t say
ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
ohh ohhh ohh ohh ohhh ohh ohh ohhh ohh
can’t can’t say can’t say can’t say can’t say
tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr
tr tr tr tr tr
still got plenty o’ words in head
in my head tt tt try try trying
Yes my only word Yes
when I should say No
tr tr tr
ht ht ht ht ht ht ht ht ht
In this becoming bodily sounds affirm
tttt tits words don’t keep directions
as much as lip teeth pressure
dispersed with call and flap of wings
m m m em em em erm erm erm
mm mm mm em em em mm mm mm
mem mem mem mem mem mem
Ain’t seen Paul. I sez he’s dead. Dead.
nnn nnn nnn nnn nnn nnn Yes
Don’t need no mind changing
Don’t need no left or right decisions
No static new circuit No new codes
can’t can’t say can’t can’t say can’t say
ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohh oh oh
can’t say can’t say can’t say can’t say
Quiet
What I want is one foot in front of the light. The delicate choice of where to catch that old pike, the old wound beneath its crust of blood, slipping between lily pads,clogged artery of logs, branches; hip flask of sin
listen
an
oak
squeaks
under
air
ground
pressure
and
almost
topples
into the rush, a drunk
back-racked as often as glisten.
Waders leave before scattered drop.
Stop, stopped loose, moist and well-oxygenated.
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