from the season to the egg plant on the drum
summer vaults it\'s shamrock on the second leaf of sorrow
great shifts on the planet heart too dumb to mandolin
swallow with my duck-seed
ruptures the surface of my braised wing;
dead enough to swing a wagons boot;
for the minute of the sage hand brights the plum cock
ticking with the courting of the counts that swerve the moon
earth of Cleopatra drives the skin of christened coal
peek-and-pry with turnip eye
each sun no less a stranger to the sand-stone of the crab
a stringed quartet for the capture of appease;
the dead ache
the red vein wing
the arch that now subsides with eagles\' trunk;
the hollow stain
the fig with arrows bowed
the marrowed bone
the pine that creeps the needles of the claw;
a fanfare for the sword that crabbed the pinch
one quarter past the hour of the sun
a bad moon rise
thumping through the circuit of a crazed worms pouch
proud as death. a prelude to the cocked ear
with diamonds cut as demons on the applewood;
the pine that creeps the needles of the claw
the marrowed bone
the fig with arrows bowed
the hollow stain.
from the season to the egg plant on the drum
sums\' the numbers laced with words on blightys\' mound
bold as breath. cold as henchmans\' tree
a circus tent for the lilac in her window box rapport
with diamonds cut as demons\' on the applewood
proud as death
a prelude to the cocked ear: