Poor and marvelous pointed signs over
the roof her we write always of taking
iambs insignificance missed and I
the most bugbears. Yield wild sticking arach-

ibutyrophobic god the first poet
paid fear here freed. asymmetriphobic
Picasso had all rice wild sticking her
honest sonnet. extra baker's here, freed.

Eileen and Eileen our dandelions
frets butter her honest first coffee for
I am wind missed John most that make Ike wild.
peanut mouth didn't write for for to by

on Snaildays all thought is salt nostalgia,
a small center in the spaces we sail through -
spaces of you and me, this us we've found

LOOK IN ME IM A LITERAL mirror

blue-colored breath you annotate, soft touch ...
say lilac, say guava from the blue heart
kisses like snowflakes, we melt in quark soup

IN THE SPACE OF THE LITERAL mirror

eyes really fountains, drenching patina
eyes really thought; thought, salt nostalgia:
brick-air, oysters, jasmine foam - all these thoughts

HIDING BEHIND THE LITERAL mirror