All of this swiftly
molts like snakes and
time, like daisies. With
fresh snow and those
epaulettes that come off
to make room for a swarm
of flies. With the desire to paint
a truck yellow.
Squeezed and scared and with
a cap and I’m smoking.
The boycott has green guts.
the face with your fingers and palms.
Stables are lined with wood, not with
frescoes. Frescoes chide a horse’s
rump. In one square centimeter
of the pontoon, I put Siberia,
a firefly, and another firefly.
They all floated.
O, if a bee stings in the mouth!
The sky eats sweets.
The cold pushes away horsehair.
Victory floats away,
a beggar’s barrel. Buttonholes
with creased heads. Serenity
grazes with a bloody mouth.
THE TRAIN GOES
In Pompeii they grew squash.
Lumberjacks watered it.
This is an icy branch,
you drank from the trees.
The sun doesn’t have the width of a human leg,
Michael wants me to write
a journal. Your sky is labial,
sprinkled with black gnats.
Bits of legs are planed by
a red brick. By sails.
You don’t say. You don’t participate.
The train goes. The train puffs.
I’ll bind the air with a yellow
cup. With a yellow
speck, I’ll hear it.
lend me teeth. The zone is Trieste.
The rain is from Kočevje. Do you
remember? The shadow of a bear, not
the bear itself. He lifted
clay. He lifted a hut.
Candles and books stood
to the left and the right of the bed.
At night he picked
apples from the orchard. That’s why
I could call you.
WHAT I BELIEVE AND WHAT THEY DON'T USE
The cheetah is damp. Salt flats are God.
Check if the carriages are low.
Motion is mother’s cell. I’m coming to
the country with grass. Lambs that
a geometer put under a wheel. Pokers
buried together with gray bark.
Night is fusion. The burden is sober. Silent
and painted, licked, bald. From
the loss set by green windows. When
I pant, I don’t really pant. When
I breathe, I really breathe. They come inside
packages but keep all the caterpillar
legs inside the packages. Cream is flowery
and it glistens. I intend to extinguish the tree.