One Infinity at a Time

no shadow falls the sun is parsley
in passing there is one tough
I always feel for all the marbles
snatch up the lamentations
clams in my eyes so candles oozed
faded into the banks of the sky
the footsteps smell like gutters
are no longer forgotten
a bonfire running across the floor with away
converging into shame
is etched in the candelabra of my mind
large spattered extenuations
along with sunflowers and my need
filled with money some squashed worms
my dreams might be purified
I believe a butterfly
above anxious paperdews
in the university squares in early ideas
such winds are to be expected
another moment before death
no wider than a salt shaker
and I must both come and go
clouds lap the horizon
blue landscapes are my cells today
the women inside me paint my penitentiary
cellophane for the sad moon
and random fruits
like arms flailing in the distance
the boats will be all
into the grain of each overwhelming
with no living grass
the holes of words instead of worms
and birds that rejoice in eating the stars