Dawn Overflows Some Distance From Here

a dog’s bark from the bow of day
the wine has left a bloody variable on my t-shirt
I keep a pebble tucked in my change pocket
maybe dead plums are my passion
and what is in me burns like a billion years
library of automatic pain
stairs under orris and anesthesia
the sand is green the moon
umbrellas and various other angels
on winds that deny the female sky
eyes throat and nose on fire it’s lithium season
I snarve and the horizon smiles
always bound and crowded the body’s child
a pair of upright eggs mind and object jump
together in the house where the noise is always real
there’s no mirror like a dirty pebble
the pathos of bongos because it is yesterday
already my angel is asking me to
but I can’t even landscape the epiphany
from windows and dreams breath lingers longest
I’d like to locate each small wing
lose it from above or below and begin my special effects
pressing the right keys and turning
myself into writing a poem at the moment I die
to be bewildered Siddhartha Gautama