when your face is displayed
(in eager black and twirling
tinted windows) we run to the
post office and stuff envelopes
with worms and dying caterpillars
(their roman legs will persevere
they are content in burial)
not on top
of your polished
vehicle we lust for
finery (groping around the
throne for
jewels) but come to whip
tongues on the heavy breathing cushions.

graceful like "we don't know" with
similar knees constructs of piano
keys to rush
weavespindle gaze we
part skyscraping grasses
huddle humming reeds and wines.

can we sit-swing at a
nine point eight velocity believe in
counterweights the honesty of
bumblebees (belittle me but shimmersabers-
two  for each-one-of-you-will
quickcut to my heart) identical
hexagonal and in the sky (in a
hurry!) forging swords and signatures
foraging for snowpeas orchestrated
daisies a lion in the brush.

so paint teacher a bottle of
orange with shadow dimples
scattered polymers where you
go or where they will send you
cyrillic to celtic all candyland countries

he was an unreliable source
beacause on january twenty-third
snow fell in his boots (green
puffy eskimoes) and swam about
his toenails, became ghosts of
crystal and climbed towers to
tumble down spirals for warmth
he shivered within cerulean coat
and dotted our palms he
crossed all our eyes.