Crispy Crisis

Here:

back along forth and

walk, there's a look right here:

squash. We plant

into the soaped earth and slice

an orange tomato in half. Wired

through the backyard is a light

strand to the shed where you

keep your bike. The ink is bleeding

I can learn how to paint

if I think like a globe. Taste in touch,

don't tell me where I want to take

you, I've stayed soft so long. How

you will survive the end of summer,

how the pepper plant blooms.

Yours is a blue eye down

from greyer or maybe I

can get this right. We watch

or read in shops a

fly-through tour the south

in America, you say, you can
leave south or sideways
Santa Monica or La Paz. Straight
either way.

Cactus in my calf, Bergman, fifth
pocket sleeping pills,
stint in sand a blood of my arm.


Shake: here is a day that
might rain, a swell in my, ribs
and laugh laugh laugh. Please
I know you, you know I'm
stuck in myself and can't think
of how to say it. Crosswords or
maybe we'll piece this together
on a hospital blanket.

Happy I've got a lot to say to you and
I've had it before and it's hardly and
I'm coming and I've taken you
for granted. Mountains, how
I've fucked up, that girl
above my bed, morning after,
water and heat,
swelling in your toe.

I know it's just a list, and you're
a breath, brown, a kind of case for
it all. You're there in a cold little hut
and I want this for you. I want
to hold your head, save you from
your house, rest, ice and rain. Our
garden is bearing, sick dust is sinking.